Elham

Chapter 1: The Party

The music pulsed low through the crowded living room, a mix of old R&B and laughter. I had only come to the party because a mutual friend dragged me along, but the moment I stepped inside, my eyes found her.

Elham.

She was impossible to miss. Fifty-five, but she carried it like a weapon. Her hair was a rich, fiery red with bright highlights framing the front — two bold streaks that caught the light every time she moved. It fell in soft waves past her shoulders, brushing against the deep burgundy dress that clung to every curve of her body. The fabric was silky, hugging her wide hips and full ass like it had been poured over her.

I was standing with her husband, chatting casually about sports and work, trying to sound normal. He was friendly enough — a decent guy, laughing at his own jokes, occasionally clapping me on the shoulder. A couple of other men had joined us, forming a small circle of conversation near the couch. I nodded along, smiled at the right moments, but my attention was somewhere else entirely.

Across the room, Elham was dancing.

Not wildly. Just enough. She swayed her hips to the rhythm, slow and sensual, completely lost in the music. Her burgundy dress rode up slightly with every movement, the hem teasing the backs of her smooth, thick thighs. Every time she shifted her weight, her ass moved — round, heavy, and perfectly shaped. I could see the faint outline of her panties pressing against the thin fabric as she turned.

I kept my face calm, laughing at something her husband just said, but inside I was burning.

My mind was already between her legs.

I imagined dropping to my knees right there, flipping that dress up, spreading those full cheeks apart, and burying my tongue deep between them. Licking slow at first — tasting her, feeling her tight little hole twitch against my tongue. Then harder. Spreading her wider, pushing my face in until she was grinding back on me, moaning loud enough for the whole party to hear.

I wanted to spank her. Hard. Watch that dark, juicy ass jiggle and turn red under my palm while I ate her like a starving man. I wanted to hear her scream — not the polite laugh she gave her friends, but raw, broken moans as I pushed my tongue inside her, then my fingers, then my cock.

My dick was rock hard, straining painfully against my pants. I shifted my weight slightly, trying to hide it, but the ache only got worse. Every time she shook her hips a little more, every time that ass moved, I felt a fresh throb.

And her husband was standing right next to me.

He was mid-sentence, talking to one of the other guys about some game last weekend, completely oblivious. I nodded, muttered “Yeah, man, that was crazy,” but my eyes kept drifting back to her. She danced without a care, turning slightly, the front highlights in her red hair flashing under the lights. She looked so fucking sexy — confident, mature, married — and completely unaware that the guy chatting with her husband was mentally devouring her ass.

I couldn’t say a word. Couldn’t move closer. Couldn’t even stare too long without risking everything.

So I just stood there, cock throbbing, heart pounding, pretending to be part of the conversation while I watched her dance.

Every sway of her hips felt like she was teasing me on purpose.

Every time her ass jiggled softly under that burgundy dress, I imagined bending her over the nearest table, pulling those panties to the side, and stretching her tight hole until she was screaming my name.

But I couldn’t do anything.

Not yet.

The night went on like that — polite smiles, casual talk with her husband, and me secretly losing my mind every time Elham moved.

By the time the party started winding down, I was desperate. Aching. Already addicted.

And that was only the beginning.

Chapter 2: The Next Night

The next day dragged on forever. I tried to focus on work, on normal life, but Elham had already taken over my brain. By the time I got home in the evening, I couldn’t wait any longer.

I dimmed the lights in my living room, turned on the big TV, and pulled up the few pictures I had managed to find of her — some from the party that were posted online, a couple from her social media that I scrolled through like a man possessed. Her fiery red hair with those bright front highlights, the way the burgundy dress hugged her thick body… I cast them all to the big screen so I could see her life-size.

Then I put on a porn video — one where the woman had a similar mature, curvy build, dark skin, and that same confident, slightly dangerous energy. She wasn’t Elham, but close enough that my imagination filled in every missing detail.

I lay back on the couch, completely naked, cock already half-hard just from seeing her face on the screen. I started slowly stroking myself as the woman in the video bent over, spreading her ass for the camera.

In my mind, it was Elham doing it.

I pictured her in that same position — on all fours, looking back at me over her shoulder with those hungry eyes. Her red hair with the bright highlights falling across her face. She reaches back with both hands, grabs her full, round cheeks, and slowly pulls them apart, showing me her tight, dark little hole.

“Like this?” she whispers in my fantasy.

My hand moved faster on my cock.

I imagined sliding my tongue between those cheeks first — licking her slowly, tasting her, feeling her push back against my face. Then I pictured lining up the head of my cock against her puckered entrance, teasing her, rubbing it up and down her crack while she moaned.

I took my time in the fantasy, just like I was doing now. Slowly pushing forward, watching her tight ring stretch around my thick shaft as I sank inch by inch into her warm, gripping ass. The feeling was intoxicating — so fucking tight, so forbidden.

All night I edged myself like this.

I’d stroke slow and deep, imagining fucking her ass in long, deliberate strokes. Pulling almost all the way out just to watch her hole stay open for a second before sliding back in. Then I’d switch it up in my mind — pulling out completely, her ass still glistening, and watching her turn around, drop to her knees, and take my cock into her mouth. She’d suck me eagerly, tasting her own ass on me, moaning around my shaft while her red hair bounced.

Then I’d put her back on all fours and slide right back into her ass again.

Sometimes in the fantasy she was nervous and whispering urgently, “Hurry up… my husband might come home any minute.” That only made me thrust harder in my imagination — pounding her deep, gripping her wide hips, making her full ass ripple with every hard slap of my body against hers.

I imagined spanking her while I fucked her, watching the red handprints appear on her dark skin. I imagined making her scream into the pillow so the neighbors wouldn’t hear. I imagined her pushing back, greedy for more, even though she kept saying we had to be quick.

Because I meditate, I had a plan that night.

I closed my eyes between strokes and focused. I visualized her sexy ass clearly — every curve, every jiggle, the way it would feel wrapped around me. I kept repeating in my mind: “Elham’s ass is going to be mine. She’s going to bend over for me. She’s going to let me stretch her.” I poured all that horny energy into manifesting it, breathing deep, cock throbbing in my hand the whole time.

I didn’t cum for hours.

I just kept rubbing, teasing myself, switching between the porn on the TV and the crystal-clear pictures of Elham. Every position ran through my head — her riding me reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass bounce, her bent over the kitchen counter while her husband was supposedly at work, her on her back with her legs pulled up so I could see my cock disappearing into her tight hole.

By the time the early morning hours came, I was exhausted, sweaty, and still painfully hard. My balls ached from holding back all night.

But the fantasy felt more real than ever.

Elham wasn’t just some woman I met at a party anymore.

She was mine in my mind — her married, sexy ass stretched around my cock, her red hair with those bright highlights messy from being fucked, her voice moaning my name while she told me to hurry because her husband might walk in.

I finally let myself cum hard, groaning her name as thick ropes shot across my stomach, imagining it was landing on her ass instead.

As I lay there catching my breath, cock still twitching, I smiled to myself.

This was only the beginning.

She had texted me her number somehow… and I knew it was only a matter of time before I used it.

 Chapter 3: The Late-Night Obsession

The next night I couldn’t even pretend to be normal. The second the sun went down I locked my door, killed the lights, and set everything up exactly like before. Big TV on. Elham’s pictures blown up across the screen — that fiery red hair with the bright front highlights, her full lips, the way her body filled out every photo. I queued up a new porn clip: a mature woman, curvy and dark-skinned like her, face down, ass up on the bed, getting her asshole stretched slow and deep by a thick cock.

I stripped naked, lay back on the couch, and wrapped my hand around my already throbbing cock. The woman in the video moaned as the guy pushed in. I stared at Elham’s face on the TV and replaced her completely in my mind.

It was her ass now — round, heavy, perfect. I imagined her exactly like that: face buried in the pillow, knees spread wide, reaching back with both hands to pull her cheeks apart for me. That tight little dark hole winking, begging. I stroked myself slow, matching the rhythm on screen, picturing my cockhead pressing against her, feeling her ring stretch around me as I sank in inch by inch.

“Fuck, Elham,” I whispered to the empty room, “take it all.”

I edged for what felt like forever. Every time I got close I stopped, breathing hard, balls aching, then started again. Over and over I visualized fucking her ass — long, deep strokes that made her whole body shake. Pulling out to watch her hole stay open, then sliding back in until my hips slapped against her soft cheeks. I imagined spanking her hard, leaving red prints on that dark skin while she gasped and pushed back for more.

Then a twisted idea hit me.

I grabbed my second phone — the one with the secret number nobody knew — and found a three-minute clip from the same porn. No faces, just the woman’s ass getting pounded deep and slow, loud moans, wet sounds, the cock disappearing into her tight hole over and over. I typed a quick message to her husband (I still had his number from the party):

“Hey man, saw this and thought of you  Can you fuck like this too? Or maybe let me show you how…”

I hit send before I could talk myself out of it.

My cock jumped in my hand. The risk made everything hotter. While I waited for any reply, I kept stroking, imagining him opening it, getting hard, then going to their bedroom and bending Elham over. In my head it wasn’t him anymore — it was me behind her. I was the one gripping her wide hips, pushing deep into her married ass while she moaned my name instead of his.

I didn’t like the guy. Not really. Maybe that was part of it. Every time I pictured him clueless while I ruined his wife, my cock got even harder.

I wondered about her. Did Elham even like anal? Would she let me stretch her like this? Was she shy and tight, or would she back her ass onto me like a greedy slut? How loud would she scream? How wet would her pussy get while I fucked her other hole? I had no idea… but the not knowing made me throb.

I edged again — right to the edge, then stopped, groaning. My hand was slick. I looked at more pictures of her I’d saved. God, that sexy red hair with the highlights. I imagined locking her head between my thighs, fucking her beautiful mouth hard, making her my perfect cocksucker. Tears in her eyes, saliva dripping, gagging on me while I told her she was my whore now.

Then I did it.

I picked up my real phone and texted her directly for the first time.

Me: Hi Miss Elham. One of my friends saw your hairstyle at the party and won’t stop asking me where you got it done. She wants the exact same look.

She replied almost instantly.

Elham: Hi  Oh cool! It’s my friend at the salon on Spring Mountain. She’s really good. Tell your friend to ask for Maria.

I was already stroking again, cock leaking pre-cum. While I typed the next innocent message, my brain was filthy.

Me: Yeah I was showing her your picture and told her it looks really sexy. She should do it exactly like this.

Elham: Haha you think it’s sexy? 

My heart slammed. I typed the real thought first — “Yes you look super fucking sexy. I wish you were here right now so I could bury my cock in your tight ass and make you scream” — then quickly deleted every word and sent:

Me: Yeah, it looks really nice on you. The highlights in the front are perfect.

We kept going. Back and forth for over two hours. Normal surface chat — hair, the party, random small talk — but every single second I was rubbing my cock, slow and steady, imagining her bent over, ass spread, taking me deep. I told her how good the color looked. She sent a laughing emoji and asked if I really liked it. I typed another dirty draft — “I want to grab that red hair and pull it while I fuck your ass from behind” — deleted it, and answered politely.

It was past midnight now. 12:47 a.m. She was still replying fast.

I kept wondering: Why is she up this late texting me? Is her husband asleep in the same bed? Or is he not even home? Is she lying there in the dark, maybe in just a thin nightie, maybe with no panties at all? Is her hand between her legs right now, rubbing her pussy slowly while she chats with me, getting wetter every time I say something nice?

The thought made me leak more. I edged again — so close I had to squeeze the base of my cock hard to stop from exploding.

I pictured her exactly like that: legs spread under the sheets, one hand holding the phone, the other circling her clit, biting her lip so she wouldn’t moan too loud. Maybe she was thinking about me too. Maybe she was remembering the way I looked at her while I talked to her husband. Maybe her ass was aching the same way my cock was.

I typed another secret dirty message in the chat box, stared at it for a long second — “Elham I wanna push it so deep in your ass I wanna make you my whore I wanna make you my bitch” — then deleted it and sent something safe instead.

She replied with a little voice note this time — just a short laugh and “You’re sweet” — and her voice sounded husky, like she was turned on.

My balls were tight. My hand was flying now. I was so fucking close again.

But I didn’t want it to end. Not yet.

I wanted this feeling to last all night — the secret chat, the risk, the fantasy of her married ass wrapped around me while her husband had no idea.

I slowed my strokes, breathing deep, staring at her picture on the TV.

This was only getting started.

And she was still texting me back.

Chapter 4: Midnight Messages 

It was just past midnight again. The house was dead silent. I stood naked in front of the mirror, skin already slick with oil that made every muscle and vein shine. My cock was painfully hard, thick, heavy, the head glistening as I gave it one slow stroke. On the coffee table I had printed her pictures life-size — Elham’s face staring back at me with that fiery red hair and those bright front highlights, her full lips slightly parted like she was already thinking about me. I lay back on the couch, legs spread wide, and wrapped my oiled hand around my shaft, starting that slow, torturous rhythm while I stared at her.

I picked up my regular phone first.

Me: Hey, how are you doing tonight?

Elham: Good  Just relaxing, laying in bed.

My heart slammed. Without thinking I grabbed the secret burner phone and typed from the other number.

Secret number: I wish I was there right now… my head between your legs, tasting every inch of you.

Then I switched back to my main phone and sent the safe reply.

Me: Good, good. Relax, yeah it’s nice. Me too, long day.

She answered the safe one almost immediately.

Elham: Yeah, it was a busy and tiring day.

No reply yet on the dirty thread. I kept stroking, slow and firm, imagining her in bed right now — husband snoring beside her, the room dark except for the glow of her phone under the covers.

Then I sent the next one from the secret number.

Secret number: If I was eating your pussy right now, would you let me start fingering your asshole too? I keep wondering what your ass tastes like…

Still stroking. Cock leaking. Waiting.

I switched again.

Me: You know, I was thinking… my girlfriend is going to get her hair done exactly like yours. She loves the look. I kinda like that idea. You’re sexy, so I’m gonna make sure it’s identical. She’ll look as much like you as possible.

Elham: Really? You think so?

Me: Yes. I like it a lot.

From the secret number:

Secret number: As I fuck my girlfriend’s ass, I think about you every single day.

A minute later my main phone buzzed.

Elham: Wait… who told you that I like to take it in the ass?

My cock jerked so hard in my hand I had to squeeze the base tight to keep from exploding right then. She answered. She actually answered the filthy thread. I knew she knew it was me. She had to. But we both kept pretending.

I replied from the secret number, voice in my head thick with lust.

Secret number: Well… you just look like the kind of woman who would really appreciate a nice, deep anal orgasm.

Elham: It depends on my mood… and of course on the size of your dick.

Secret number: Trust me, it’s the perfect size. I’m sure you will love it as much as I love watching you take it.

Now we were fully in it on the secret number. She didn’t ask who it was. She didn’t stop. She was in bed, husband sleeping inches away, and she was choosing to keep texting me back.

On her side, Elham’s heart was racing. She lay on her back under the thin sheet, phone screen the only light in the dark bedroom. Her husband’s slow breathing was right beside her. She felt guilty — God, the guilt was sharp — but the thrill was sharper. This stranger (or maybe not so strange) was making her wetter than she had been in years. Her pussy was already aching, slick. She slipped one hand under her nightie, fingers gliding over her swollen clit while she read his words again and again. Every dirty sentence made her thighs press together. She wondered if he really was the guy from the party — the one who had looked at her like he wanted to devour her while chatting with her husband. The thought made her clit throb harder. She circled it slowly, biting her lip so she wouldn’t make a sound.

Secret number: Since the day I met you at the party… I can’t stop thinking about you. Almost every night I imagine your lips wrapped around my cock, sucking it with so much passion. Then I lose control, hold your head, and start fucking your mouth deep and hard, pushing it all the way down your throat until you choke and gag on it.

Secret number: Then I slow down and say “I’m sorry, I lost it for a second.” I pull out, watch you catch your breath, look at your beautiful face with those sexy red highlights falling across it… then I slide it back into your warm mouth. You suck me again until your jaw gets tired. Then I turn you around, eat your ass nice and slow, and gently push the tip of my cock against your tight little hole. I tell you “come back on it slowly.” And I watch you push back, inch by inch, as my cock slides into that beautiful, sexy asshole of yours.

Secret number: That kind of sounds hot, don’t you think?

Elham’s breath was shaky. She read the message three times, fingers moving faster on her clit now, dipping inside her soaked pussy. Her husband stirred slightly in his sleep. She froze for a second, heart hammering, then kept going — slower, quieter. The risk made her even wetter. She typed back with one hand:

Elham: What about your girlfriend? Wouldn’t she get mad?

Secret number: First, nobody needs to know. Second, I would love to put this cock in your ass. That’s what matters. And most importantly… you. Would you like to feel it inside you?

She stared at the screen. Her pussy clenched around her fingers. She thought about her husband right there, oblivious. She thought about how wrong this was. And how badly she wanted it anyway.

Elham: Yes.

Secret number: Send me a picture. Let me see that ass. Would you?

Elham: No… my husband is sleeping right next to me.

Secret number: Just go to the bathroom and take one. Please. I need to see it.

She hesitated only a few seconds. Then she slipped out of bed, tiptoed to the bathroom, heart pounding so loud she was sure her husband would wake. Door locked. Pants and panties slid down to her knees. She turned, bent slightly, and took the mirror selfie — thick round ass and smooth, glistening pussy on full display. She sent it before she could change her mind.

Back in bed she was dripping. She slid two fingers deep inside herself, thumb on her clit, while she waited for his reply.

When the picture of her own ass and pussy popped up on his screen, I nearly lost it. I was stroking faster now, staring at the printed photo of her face.

Secret number: Oh my God… you are so fucking beautiful. I wish I was there right now. While he’s sleeping, you sneak to the other room, pull your pants and panties all the way down, bend over and whisper “Put it in my ass. Hurry up. Fuck me hard before he wakes up… and cum deep inside my ass so you don’t make a mess.”

Secret number: I would love that. Seriously. Cumming inside your ass while I kiss your lips, rub your tits, and pound you from behind.

Elham: Slow down, cowboy 

But she wasn’t slowing down. Her fingers were plunging in and out of her pussy faster, wet sounds barely muffled by the sheet. She was soaked, thighs trembling. The thought of actually doing what he said — sneaking out, bending over while her husband slept — made her clit pulse.

Secret number: I don’t think I can. You make me so fucking horny. It’s been five days and my cock stays hard just thinking about putting it inside that ass of yours. I’m gonna cum right now. If I were there, where would you want me to cum?

Elham: Cum in my ass.

Secret number: Good girl. I’m going to bend you over doggy style and fuck that ass deep until I fill it while your husband is sleeping right next to you. Put your toy in your pussy right now and rub your clit. I want us to cum at the same time.

Elham: I have my toy on right now… but I don’t have anything for my ass.

Secret number: Go to the fridge. Grab a hot dog or something. Do it.

Elham: You’re crazy 

But she was already slipping out of bed again, pussy throbbing, toy buzzing quietly inside her. She crept to the kitchen, found a thick, smooth hot dog in the fridge. Back in the bathroom she locked the door, heart hammering with shame and lust. She bent over the counter, nightie pulled up, pants around her ankles. One hand held the phone, the other pressed the thick hot dog against her tight asshole.

She was nervous. Excited. Guilty. Turned on beyond belief. “Just because he told me to,” she thought, and that thought alone made her moan softly. She pushed. The hot dog stretched her slowly, inch by inch, the cool smoothness sliding into her ass while the toy buzzed deep in her pussy. She felt so full. So dirty. So alive. She started moving it in and out — slow, careful, quiet — imagining it was his cock instead. Her fingers rubbed her clit in fast circles. She was close already.

Secret number: Good. Now slowly slide it into that beautiful ass while you rub your pussy. Think about me pushing my cock in, stretching you open. Go slow and quiet. In and out. I want you to cum at the same time as me.

Elham: I like that…

Secret number: Okay. 30 seconds. We cum together. Think of me deep in your ass.

I stared at her printed face and stroked furiously. On her side, Elham was bent over the bathroom counter, hot dog sliding deeper into her asshole with every thrust, toy vibrating hard in her pussy, fingers flying on her clit. She was panting, trying not to moan out loud. Her legs shook. The fullness in her ass, the buzzing in her pussy, the thought that this stranger was jerking off to her — it pushed her over the edge.

She came hard — biting her lip so hard it almost bled — ass clenching around the hot dog, pussy gushing around the toy, whole body trembling while her husband slept just down the hall.

I exploded at the same moment. Thick ropes of cum shot across the printed picture of Elham’s face, covering her red hair, her highlights, her lips, her cheeks.

When I could breathe again I typed on the secret phone:

Secret number: Thank you for joining me in this beautiful pleasure. I’m gonna send you a picture. Take a look.

I photographed the cum-covered print of her face and sent it.

Then I switched to my main phone like nothing had happened.

Me: Alright, nice talking to you. I’m going to sleep now. Maybe we’ll chat later. Good night 

Elham: Alright. Nice talking to you too. Good night.

I knew she knew it was me the whole time. She had to. But we kept the game going — two phones, two conversations, never admitting it.

I lay there, cock still twitching, staring at her cum-glazed face on the print.

This was just the beginning.

Soon I wouldn’t need secret numbers or hot dogs.

Soon I’d have the real Elham — bent over, moaning, taking every inch while her husband slept.

Chapter 5: Daytime Risk

The next day I woke up still half-hard, my mind replaying every filthy second of last night’s texts and that hot dog sliding into Elham’s ass. I couldn’t believe it had actually happened. I spent the morning scrolling through our chat history on both phones — her hesitant “yes,” the bathroom selfie of her thick ass and smooth pussy, the picture of the hot dog in her hand, and the cum-covered print of her face I’d sent her. My cock twitched every time I reread her replies.

Around midday I couldn’t wait any longer. I picked up my phone and texted her from the main number, keeping it playful but direct.

Me: Hey, sexy.

She replied almost instantly, like she’d been waiting.

Elham: Hi, you horny bastard. How are you doing?

I grinned, already feeling that familiar ache between my legs.

Me: Good. By the way, don’t you wanna know my name?

Elham: Hmm, sure I do… but maybe not. Maybe we should keep it a secret.

Me: Yeah, sounds good. Hey, I have an idea. Are you home right now?

Elham: Yes.

Me: I may want you to do something for me. Take out your panties right now, put them in a plastic bag, and throw it out the window.

Elham: Why??

Me: I want them. I wanna smell them.

Elham: You’re crazy.

Me: I’m right by your door in the car. Throw it out.

There was a long pause. My heart hammered. Then she texted back.

Elham: …Okay. Give me a minute.

I waited in my car parked just down the street from her house, engine off, cock already half-hard in my pants. A minute later I saw her front window open slightly. A small plastic bag flew out and landed on the grass near the side of the house. I waited another full minute, then casually walked over, picked it up, and got back in the car.

Inside the bag were her panties — still warm. I brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply. They smelled fucking incredible: a mix of her natural scent, a faint trace of her ass, and that unmistakable feminine musk of a woman who had been wet and horny. It smelled like pure sex. Like the married pussy and ass I was dying to stretch open.

I shoved the panties into my mouth, tasting her, then pulled them out and wrapped the damp fabric around my cock. I took a quick selfie — just my lips and the bulge below, her panties clearly visible stuffed in my mouth — and sent it to her from the secret number.

Then I took another photo: her panties stretched tight around my thick, hard cock, veins bulging, pre-cum already soaking the material.

I sent that one too.

Elham: Oh wow… you’re really hard. And you’re huge.

Me: Well, you’re the reason I’m this hard. I wish one day we could really fuck instead of just chatting.

Elham: Well, that’s not gonna happen. I’m married.

Me: I know you’re married. And I don’t give a fuck.

Elham: You should.

Me: It’s just sex. We’re not getting into a relationship. I’m not telling you to leave him. I’m just saying I want to make you cum while my cock is buried deep in your ass. I want to make you scream while I fuck you. I want to eat your pussy until your legs shake, then flip you over and cum right inside your tight ass while you’re still screaming. I want to cum down your throat while you choke and gag on me. I want to cover your beautiful face with my load. Tell me — which one do you like most? Cum on your face, in your mouth, in your ass… or all of the above?

There was a pause. Then:

Elham: If it’s you… all of the above.

Fuck. My cock throbbed so hard it hurt.

Me: I’m going home right now. I’m gonna take my cock out and start rubbing it while I look at your pictures and masturbate, thinking about how I’m going to fuck your beautiful mouth next time.

Elham: You said “next time”?

Me: Yeah. You don’t want to?

Elham: I kind of do.

Me: Good. Now I want you to send me a picture. Put your phone down, pull your panties all the way down, sit on the edge of the bed or chair, and spread your ass for me. Make a short video. I want to see that butthole I’m going to eat and fuck the shit out of.

She didn’t argue this time. A few minutes later the video came through.

In the clip Elham had done exactly what I asked. She was in what looked like her bedroom, pants and panties pulled down to her knees. She sat back, spread her thick cheeks with both hands, and the camera caught a perfect close-up of her tight, dark little asshole and the slick lips of her pussy below. She held the position for several seconds, then gently clenched and relaxed her hole. It was raw, intimate, and insanely hot — a 55-year-old married woman exposing herself like that in the middle of the day because I told her to.

I was stroking hard now, staring at the video on loop.

Me: Okay, I’m about to cum. Do you want to watch me?

Elham: Yes.

I started a video call from the secret number, camera pointed straight at my cock. No face — just my thick, oiled shaft in my fist, pumping fast.

On her end, Elham was alone in the house for the moment. She locked herself in the bathroom, pulled her pants down again, and sat on the toilet lid with her legs spread. One hand held the phone so she could watch me stroke, the other was between her legs, fingers rubbing her swollen clit in fast circles. She was breathing hard, a 55-year-old sexy woman completely lost in lust for a much younger man.

“Open your mouth,” I told her on the call, voice low and rough. “Open wide. I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

She obeyed instantly. On her screen she tilted the camera so I could see her pretty mouth open, tongue out, those full lips parted. Her red hair with the bright front highlights framed her face. Her fingers moved faster on her clit as she watched my cock swell and pulse.

I groaned and exploded. Thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering across my phone screen, dripping down in heavy strands. At the exact same moment, Elham came too — her thighs shaking, a quiet but desperate moan escaping as her pussy clenched and gushed around her fingers. She kept her mouth open the whole time, imagining my load landing on her tongue instead of my phone, thinking about choking on my cock while I fucked her throat.

We both stayed silent for a few seconds, breathing hard, then ended the call.

I switched back to messaging.

Me: Elham, I want you to come here tomorrow. I can’t do this anymore. I need you here tomorrow. Yeah?

Elham: Well… I gotta see. Let’s see. I don’t know. I’ll let you know.

Me: Okay. Talk to you later.

I put the phone down, still breathing heavy, her soaked panties still wrapped around my softening cock.

I loved this feeling — the raw power of making a married woman do dirty things for me in the middle of the day. A 30-year-old wild, horny man turning a 55-year-old sexy wife into my secret slut. I couldn’t stop thinking about the moment I would finally stretch her beautiful white ass open, feeling her tight ring grip me while she screamed. Or the way her eyes would water as I fucked her throat and came down it. Or the look on her face when I covered her with my cum.

And later, when I saw her husband again — smiling, chatting like nothing was wrong — I would know the truth: I was the one stretching his wife’s ass, making her moan and cum like he never could.

I was already counting the hours until tomorrow.

Chapter 6: The First Visit

Today was the day. Elham was supposed to come over, and I had been a nervous, horny wreck since the moment I opened my eyes. My stomach twisted in knots — a wild mix of electric excitement, gut-clenching disbelief, and raw, throbbing lust that made my cock twitch every few minutes. Would she actually show up? After all the late-night texts, the secret photos, the hot-dog-in-her-ass video call… was I really going to fuck her today? Or was this just another tease that would leave me alone on the couch, jerking off to her pictures again? I paced the living room, heart hammering against my ribs, palms sweaty. I didn’t even know how to act when she walked in. Cool and confident like in my fantasies? Or just honest — desperate, hungry, trembling with need for her married body? I had no script. All I knew was that my 30-year-old cock had been leaking pre-cum for hours at the thought of finally burying myself balls-deep in that 55-year-old sexy ass I’d been obsessing over for weeks.

Then my phone buzzed on the coffee table.

Elham: Hey, open the door.

My breath caught. What? I typed back fast, fingers clumsy.

Me: What do you mean?

No answer. I walked to the front door on shaky legs, turned the knob, and pulled it open.

There she was.

Elham stood right there on my doorstep, looking even hotter in real life than any photo or fantasy. Her fiery red hair with those bright front highlights glowed in the sunlight, falling softly around her shoulders. She wore a tight burgundy top that hugged her full, heavy breasts and tight jeans that clung to her wide hips and that thick, juicy ass I had jerked off to a thousand times. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes nervous but sparkling with the same secret hunger I’d seen in her texts. She gave me a small, shy smile, like she couldn’t quite believe she had actually driven over here to cheat on her husband.

Holy fuck. It was really happening.

I tried to keep my voice steady, falling back on that polite, nice-guy act even though my cock was already straining hard against my pants.

“Hi… welcome. I’m surprised to see you here. How are you doing? How’s everything? Come on in.”

She stepped inside, her perfume washing over me — warm, feminine, with that subtle undercurrent of her own skin that made my mouth water. I closed the door behind her, locking it without thinking. My hand brushed the small of her back as I guided her into the living room. She sat on the couch, crossing her legs, the denim stretching tight over her thighs.

“Would you like anything to drink?” I asked, trying not to stare at the way her tits rose and fell with each breath.

“I’m okay,” she said softly, voice a little husky.

“Maybe water?”

“Sure.”

I walked to the kitchen, heart pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears. My hands shook as I poured the glass. When I came back and handed it to her, I didn’t sit beside her. I lowered myself right to the floor between her knees, sitting on my heels, looking straight up into her beautiful mature face from inches away.

“I cannot believe you’re really here,” I whispered, voice thick.

She smiled, a little shy, a little excited. “Me too.”

I couldn’t hold back another second. I leaned up, cupped her face gently with both hands, and kissed her lips. They were soft, warm, tasting faintly of lipstick and the faint sweetness of her morning coffee. The moment our mouths touched, heat exploded between us. My hands moved on instinct — one sliding down to squeeze her full, heavy tit through her top, feeling the soft weight, the hard nipple pressing into my palm. The other hand dropped between her legs, cupping her pussy right over her jeans, rubbing slow, firm circles against the heat I could already feel through the fabric.

She moaned into my mouth — a low, surprised sound that went straight to my cock. I kissed her deeper, tongue sliding in, tasting her, while my fingers kneaded her breast and rubbed her pussy harder. I moved my mouth to her chin, then down her neck, sucking lightly, breathing in that intoxicating smell of her skin and perfume. She smelled like a woman who had been wet and thinking about this all morning.

But then she pulled back, breathing fast, eyes wide.

“Okay, wait… I only have a few minutes. I just came to see you because I told you I would stop by. We’re not gonna do anything crazy right now. I have to go.”

I stared at her, stunned, cock throbbing painfully. After everything? No fucking way.

Before she could stand, I yanked my pants and underwear down in one motion. My thick, hard cock sprang free — veiny, leaking, the head shiny and flushed dark. It bobbed right in front of her face.

“Well… I’m sure you have enough time for a blowjob,” I said, voice rough with need.

She hesitated, glancing toward the locked door like she was worried her husband might magically appear, then reached out. Her warm hand wrapped around my shaft, fingers squeezing, stroking slowly, feeling the thickness, the heat, the way it pulsed in her grip.

“God, you’re huge,” she whispered, almost in awe, eyes locked on it.

I moved closer. She leaned forward, opened her pretty mouth, and took me in.

The feeling was electric. Her lips stretched around the head, warm and wet and soft, tongue swirling immediately. She sucked with real love and passion — slow, deep pulls that made my toes curl. This wasn’t some quick fantasy jerk-off. This was Elham — the married 55-year-old mother of two, the woman who had been dancing in that burgundy dress while I talked to her husband — now on my couch with my cock sliding between her lips. I groaned loud, watching her fiery red hair with the bright highlights bob as she took more of me, cheeks hollowing, eyes looking up at me with that mix of nervousness and pure lust.

Normally I can last forever when I masturbate, but with her warm, eager mouth working me, it only took less than five minutes before my balls drew up tight.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warned, breathing ragged.

She didn’t pull off. She nodded slightly around my cock — “uh-huh” — eyes locked on mine, telling me she wanted it, wanted to swallow every drop.

I lost control. I started pushing deeper, fucking her mouth with short, hungry thrusts. She looked so fucking gorgeous choking on me — eyes watering, throat working, a little gagging sound escaping but she kept sucking, kept pleasing me. I pushed deep one last time and exploded.

“I’m cumming… oh yeah…”

Thick, hot ropes of cum shot straight into her mouth. Some leaked out around my shaft, dripping down her chin and onto her burgundy top, but she held on, swallowing what she could, her throat pulsing around me. Her watery eyes stayed on mine the whole time — a married woman cheating right there in my living room, taking a younger man’s load like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I pulled out slowly, strings of cum and saliva connecting my cock to her lips. She kept her mouth open so I could see my load pooled on her tongue, white and thick against the pink. Then I pushed back in, fucking her mouth a few more lazy strokes, using her lips to milk the last drops.

But I still wasn’t done.

I gently pushed her back until she was lying flat on the couch, head resting on the cushion, looking up at me with flushed cheeks and glossy lips. I climbed onto the couch, standing over her, feet planted on either side of her shoulders. My cock hung heavy above her face. I lowered myself, feeding it back into her open mouth.

“I’m gonna cum one more time,” I told her, voice low and commanding. “Hold it as long as you can. Tap my leg if you really need me to pull out. Otherwise I’m going to fuck your throat. And this time I want to sit on your face. I want to watch you choke on it. I want to feel my cock deep in your neck. Yeah?”

Elham’s hands grabbed my ass and pulled me forward eagerly. My cock slid deeper, stretching her lips wide. She started fingering my ass, rubbing my hole in slow circles while I began thrusting. I lowered more of my weight, sitting properly on her face now — my balls resting on her chin, my cock buried to the hilt in her warm, wet throat. From this angle I could see everything: her watery eyes looking straight up at me, her red hair spread across the cushion, her throat bulging slightly every time I pushed deep.

“Rub your pussy,” I ordered. “I want you to cum at the same time I’m filling your mouth again.”

She obeyed instantly, one hand diving into her jeans, fingers working her clit fast and desperate while I fucked her face harder. The position was perfect — her head pinned against the couch, my hips moving up and down, cock sliding in and out of her throat with wet, obscene sounds. She gagged and choked around me, but her hand on my ass pulled me deeper, and her fingers on her clit moved faster and faster. This was a 55-year-old married woman, lying on her back in a stranger’s living room, cheating on her husband, letting a 30-year-old man sit on her face and use her mouth like a toy — and she was loving every second of it.

After the first load the second one built slower, and there was that post-cum edge where the pleasure almost crossed into the urge to pee. I fought it, focusing on the tight heat of her throat, the way her tongue fluttered under my shaft, the little gagging vibrations that felt incredible. I started moving up and down more deliberately, locking her head between my thighs, pushing until I felt the head of my cock pressing against the back of her throat, almost into her neck.

“You ready?” I growled, voice shaking. “I’m gonna cum straight down your throat this time. Swallow every drop, you sexy beast. Take it, baby, take it…”

I pushed as deep as I could and started cumming again, groaning loud, body shaking as the second thick load pumped straight into her throat. She choked hard, gagging, eyes watering, but she didn’t tap out. At the exact same moment her body tensed beneath me — she came too, thighs trembling, a muffled moan vibrating around my cock as her pussy gushed around her fingers. The feeling of her choking and swallowing while she orgasmed was pure ecstasy.

I held myself there a few extra seconds, enjoying the sight of this beautiful married woman struggling but still taking everything I gave her, before slowly pulling out.

She gasped for air, cum and saliva glistening on her chin and lips, a few strands dripping down her neck.

“You’re fucking wild,” she said, voice hoarse and breathless, but with a little satisfied laugh. “While you were cumming in my mouth and making me gag and choke like that… I came so hard. It was intense… but nice. I liked it. A lot.”

She wiped her mouth, fixed her makeup with quick fingers, smoothed her clothes, and stood up on slightly shaky legs.

“Okay, I gotta go now before my husband goes crazy.”

She gave me one last look — a mix of shock, lingering lust, and something almost tender — then walked out the door, her thick ass swaying in those jeans.

I stayed there on the couch, half-naked, cock still out and twitching, glistening with her spit and my cum, watching her leave. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t bent her over and finally fucked that ass yet. I had just used her mouth twice, filled it with two loads, made her gag and swallow while she fingered herself to orgasm… but her perfect, married ass was still untouched.

How the fuck did I let her walk out without spreading those cheeks and stretching her tight little hole?

Next time. Definitely next time.

I was already getting hard again just picturing it — the moment I would finally penetrate Elham completely, feeling her 55-year-old married ass grip me while she screamed my name, knowing her husband had no idea his wife had just swallowed two loads from the guy he chatted with at the party.

Chapter 7: The Alley Quickie (Fully Expanded & Vivid)

That entire day felt like a fever dream I couldn’t wake up from. I was shocked, stunned, walking around in a constant state of disbelief and raw sexual overload. Every few minutes the memories crashed over me like waves — Elham actually showing up at my door, sitting politely on my couch like a respectable married woman, then lying back while I stood over her and used her mouth not once but twice. I kept replaying the exact feeling of her warm, soft lips stretching around my thick cock for the first time, the way her tongue swirled underneath as she sucked with surprising hunger, the watery look in her eyes as she gagged and choked but still kept sucking, determined to please me. I remembered the moment I pushed deep into her throat the second time, sitting on her face, locking her head between my thighs while she rubbed her pussy frantically and came hard at the exact second I pumped my load straight down her throat. The way her body trembled beneath me, the muffled moans vibrating around my shaft, the way she swallowed every drop even while struggling to breathe. A 55-year-old married mother with fiery red hair and those sexy bright front highlights had let a 30-year-old guy she barely knew turn her into his personal cocksucker in the middle of the day. And she had loved it. I was rock hard for hours, cock leaking into my underwear, barely able to think about anything else.

By 8 p.m. the urge had become unbearable. I grabbed my phone, heart already racing, and texted her.

Me: Hey, how are you doing, sexy?

Elham: Good. Getting dinner ready.

Me: Your husband home?

Elham: No, still at work. He’ll be home in a couple of hours.

A wicked smile spread across my face. A couple of hours. Plenty of time.

Me: Okay… couple hours, huh? Hey, I need to talk to you about something important. Can you just step outside for a couple of minutes? Maybe go to the store real quick?

Elham: What do you wanna talk about?

Me: Can you? Please.

Elham: Yeah… okay.

Me: Good. I’m gonna be there in like three minutes. Come outside, start driving toward the store, but pull into that quiet little alley right before it. I wanna talk to you face to face.

The neighborhood was dead silent when I arrived. Streetlights cast long shadows, no cars passing, no one walking dogs. Perfect. I parked and waited, cock already thickening in my pants from anticipation. A minute later her car turned into the alley. She stopped, engine off, and looked around nervously before stepping out.

I got out of my car and walked straight to her.

“Okay, let’s go to my car for a second,” I said, keeping my voice low and urgent.

She frowned, eyes wide with confusion and a hint of excitement. “What? What is going on? Why are we doing this here?”

“Nothing bad, I promise. I just… I need this right now. Come on.”

She hesitated only a second, glanced up and down the empty alley, then locked her car doors and followed me. I opened the back door of my car and motioned for her to get in.

“Lay down and relax,” I told her as she climbed inside. “Yeah, stretch out on the seat like that.”

She lay back across the backseat, her fiery red hair with the bright front highlights fanning out over the upholstery, her burgundy top stretching tight across her full, heavy breasts, jeans hugging her thick thighs and that perfect round ass I still hadn’t claimed. She looked up at me, breathing a little faster. “What the fuck are you doing? This is crazy.”

“Please,” I said, already unbuckling my belt and pulling my cock out. It sprang free — rock hard, thick, veiny, the swollen head glistening with pre-cum in the dim light. “I’ve been going crazy thinking about you all day. I need to cum in your mouth one more time. Don’t worry, I won’t push it too hard this time. Just suck it gently for a little bit, then open your mouth wide and keep it open for me. I want to jerk off and shoot every drop straight into your open mouth while I look at your beautiful face. Right here, before your husband gets home. Yeah?”

“You’re fucking crazy,” she whispered, but her eyes were glued to my cock, pupils dilated, cheeks already flushing.

“I know I am.”

I reached down with my right hand and slid it straight into the front of her jeans and panties. For the first time my fingers touched her bare pussy — warm, swollen, and already slick with wetness. She gasped sharply as I found her clit and started rubbing slow, firm circles, feeling how slippery and hot she was. At the same time I wrapped my left hand around my throbbing cock and started stroking it slowly, holding the thick shaft right in front of her parted lips.

“When do I finally get to eat your ass?” I asked, voice low and rough, my fingers still working her pussy while I stared into her eyes.

“I… I don’t know,” she breathed, mouth opening wider as her breathing quickened.

Because I was beside her, I turned her face gently sideways toward me. My thick cock pressed against her lips from the side. It was almost too big — her mouth had to stretch noticeably just to take the head. She made soft, surprised “oh… oh… oh” sounds as I pushed in a couple of inches, then pulled back, jerking myself faster while my right hand kept rubbing her soaked pussy.

I was way too horny. I knew I wouldn’t last long at all.

I slid my fingers further back between her cheeks, coating them thoroughly with her pussy juices, then pressed my middle finger firmly against her tight little asshole. She flinched and tried to shift away at first.

“Shhh… just relax for me,” I whispered.

I went back to her pussy, got my finger even wetter, then returned to her ass and pushed slowly but steadily. This time my middle finger slid all the way into her tight, warm butthole up to the knuckle. She moaned loudly around the head of my cock, her body tensing, then softening as I gently fingered her ass in and out while my palm continued grinding against her clit.

“Keep your mouth open,” I ordered, breathing fast and ragged. “Keep it open wide for me. I’m about to cum.”

I jerked my cock hard and fast now, the swollen head hovering just inside her parted lips. The first powerful spurts erupted — the initial ropes landing across her cheek and upper lip, a thick strand landing directly on her tongue. I quickly pushed the head fully into her mouth and kept stroking, pumping the rest of my heavy load straight onto her tongue and the inside of her warm mouth. Ten… fifteen thick, creamy drops. I came all over her beautiful mature face and filled her mouth, watching every second as my cum coated her lips, dripped down her chin, and pooled on her tongue.

Then I used the head of my cock to wipe the stray cum from her cheek and push it between her lips, sliding in and out slowly a few times to make sure she took every single drop.

“Fuck… I feel like I wanna pee so bad right now,” the thought flashed through my mind. The post-orgasm pressure was intense. A wild, filthy idea hit me — telling her to keep her mouth open wider so I could wash her face and tongue with hot piss while she held still for me. But it felt too soon, too extreme. What if she panicked and said no? What if she never let me use her mouth again? I forced the thought down for now, saving it for later when she was more addicted.

Instead I kept sliding my cock slowly in and out of her cum-filled mouth, making sure nothing was wasted. I left it resting deep inside her for a long, delicious moment, savoring the warm, wet heat, the soft movements of her tongue swirling around my shaft as she cleaned me.

“I just want to keep it in your mouth a little longer,” I whispered, staring down at her cum-glazed face. “I want to feel your tongue moving around my dick. I want to look at your beautiful face with my cock buried inside it. You look even more beautiful and sexy like this, did you know that? A married woman, twenty years older than me, letting a younger guy use her mouth like this.”

She nodded slightly, mouth still stretched around nearly half my cock, eyes looking up at me with that intoxicating mix of shock, submission, lingering lust, and quiet satisfaction.

Finally I pulled out slowly, a thin string of cum and saliva stretching between my cock and her lips before breaking. She swallowed what was left in her mouth, then wiped her face and chin with the back of her hand, using her own panties to clean up the rest of the mess.

“Okay… now we can go back home, my sexy baby.”

She raised an eyebrow, a little smile tugging at her lips despite everything. “Baby?”

“Yeah, baby. Technically you’re my baby now. Are you enjoying this? A 30-year-old guy, twenty years younger than you, going completely crazy just to fuck your mouth three times in one day?”

“Well… don’t get ahead of yourself,” she said, voice still a little hoarse, but there was clear heat in her eyes. “Alright, I gotta go now. I have a fucking husband waiting at home.”

She leaned over and kissed me — a soft, deep, cum-tasting kiss — then slipped out of my car, adjusted her clothes, fixed her hair quickly, and walked back to her own car. I sat there watching her thick, round ass sway as she left, already feeling my cock twitch and start to harden again.

Back home I was still rock hard, mind spinning. I couldn’t believe my luck. In just one single day I had made Elham swallow my cum three fucking times. I had fucked her mouth three times, made her gag and choke on my thick cock, made her eyes water while she took every drop like a good little married slut. I had fingered her wet pussy and pushed my finger deep into her tight asshole for the first time. I had come so close to pissing in her mouth but held back at the last second.

I was the luckiest, horniest bastard alive.

But I was still fucking hard.

I might jerk off one more time tonight — staring at her pictures on the big screen, watching porn that reminded me of her curvy body and red hair — but next time… next time I’m not letting her leave until she spreads those beautiful cheeks wide for me. I’m not stopping until I finally penetrate her, stretch that tight married asshole open inch by inch, and fuck the shit out of Elham while she moans, screams, and cums with my cock buried deep inside her ass.

Guaranteed. Next time that ass is mine.

Chapter 8: Dinner at Their House

The next day hit me like a storm I couldn’t escape. Every single moment I was flooded with memories of Elham. I kept replaying the exact sensations in my head — the warm, wet heat of her mouth stretching around my thick cock in the backseat, the way her tongue moved desperately underneath as she tried to take me sideways, the soft “oh… oh… oh” sounds she made when it barely fit. I remembered sliding my middle finger deep into her tight asshole while I rubbed her soaked pussy, feeling her body tense then melt around my finger as she moaned around my shaft. Most of all, I couldn’t stop reliving the intense rush of orgasm both times I came in her mouth — the way her throat pulsed and worked to swallow while she gagged and choked, her watery eyes locked on mine, the thick ropes of cum coating her tongue and leaking from the corners of her lips. Three times in one day. I had filled that married woman’s mouth with my cum three fucking times while her husband had no idea.

And now I was sitting across from him, chatting casually like nothing had happened.

We were at a small café near the party spot where we first met. He was talking about work, sports, some weekend plans, laughing at his own jokes. I nodded, smiled, said all the right things — but inside my mind was somewhere else entirely. While he spoke, I was picturing his wife on her back in my living room, head pinned against the couch cushion, my cock buried deep in her throat as I sat on her face. I remembered the exact feeling of her gagging vibrations traveling up my shaft as I pumped load after load straight down her throat, her fingers frantically rubbing her clit until she came hard beneath me. The guilt mixed with pure thrill made my cock twitch under the table. I was talking to the man whose wife had swallowed my cum three times yesterday, and he was completely clueless.

Then he said it casually, like it was nothing:

“Hey, why don’t you come over for dinner tonight? Come to our place so we can hang out properly. Elham is off today too.”

My heart slammed against my ribs. Dinner? At their house? With both of them?

I tried to keep my voice steady. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna bother you guys, but… if you really want to, I would love that.”

“Yeah, of course,” he said with a big smile. “Come on over tonight. We can do barbecue, chit-chat, talk. Elham can help with the food. It’ll be fun.”

The rush that hit me was insane — a crazy, dangerous, electric feeling that made my stomach flip and my cock throb at the same time. I had fucked his wife’s mouth three times yesterday, made her gag and swallow while fingering her ass, and now I was being invited into their home for dinner like a normal friend. The betrayal, the risk, the secret knowledge — it was driving me absolutely wild. I never thought I would do something like this. Yet here I was, smiling at him while vividly remembering how his wife looked with my cum dripping from her lips.

“Okay then, sure,” I said. “I’ll be there.”

The rest of the afternoon I was on edge. I got ready carefully — nice shirt, cologne, trying to look calm even though my mind was racing with filthy thoughts. When I arrived at their house that evening, my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I rang the doorbell.

Elham opened the door.

She looked incredible — casual but sexy, her fiery red hair with those bright front highlights loose around her shoulders, a simple top that hugged her full breasts, and jeans that clung to her wide hips and thick ass. The moment our eyes met, electricity crackled between us. She gave me a small, knowing smile, her eyes saying everything words couldn’t: “You horny sexy beast. Yesterday you made me swallow your cum three times. You fingered my ass while fucking my mouth, and I came hard for you.”

My cock stirred instantly.

Her husband appeared behind her, clapping me on the shoulder. “Hey, come in! You look really nervous. What is it? Relax, she won’t kill you.”

I forced a laugh. “Hey, who knows? Are you sure? What if she did?”

Elham laughed too, the sound light and playful, but her eyes stayed on me with that secret heat. “No, no, Jason, you’re fine. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you, I promise.”

In my head I answered silently: “Well… you already did kill me. You just don’t know it.”

She stepped aside to let me in, and as she passed I caught her scent — the same perfume mixed with her natural smell that drove me crazy. She looked back at me once, that same knowing smile on her face, before saying, “Okay, go, go, have a seat. I’m gonna get the food ready.”

She was marinating chicken for the barbecue. I followed her husband out to the backyard, where the grill was already heating up. We talked about normal stuff — sports, weather, random stories — but every sentence from him made the thrill sharper. While he flipped burgers, I was remembering how his wife had looked yesterday in my backseat: mouth stretched wide, cum on her tongue, my finger buried in her ass while she moaned.

At one point he said, “Hey, would you go inside and grab some drinks from the fridge?”

“Yeah, sure,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

I walked into the kitchen. Elham was there alone, bent slightly over the counter as she arranged plates. The moment I stepped close, the danger hit me like fire. I reached out quickly and grabbed a handful of her thick, juicy ass — squeezing firmly for just a second, feeling the soft, heavy flesh yield under my fingers. She gasped softly but didn’t pull away, her body tensing with the same forbidden excitement.

My cock got instantly hard.

I pulled my hand back fast, heart racing, and went straight to the bathroom to adjust. I pushed my throbbing erection down between my legs and tightened everything so the bulge wouldn’t show. Then I grabbed the drinks from the fridge and headed back outside like nothing had happened.

The rest of the night was pure torture and ecstasy at the same time. We ate barbecue in the backyard, laughed, talked, drank a little. I sat across from Elham, chatting with her husband while stealing glances at her. Every time our eyes met, the memories flooded back — her gagging on my cock, swallowing load after load, her asshole clenching around my finger while she came. The contrast was insane: polite dinner conversation on the surface, raw sexual betrayal underneath. I kept getting crazy ideas in my head — imagining slipping into the kitchen for thirty seconds, pulling my cock out and making her suck me fast and quiet while her husband was right outside. Too risky. Way too crazy. But the thought made me throb.

No. Next time wouldn’t be her mouth.

Next time I was going to fuck her ass.

I couldn’t wait.

When dinner finally ended and I said my goodbyes, the tension was unbearable. I drove home rock hard the entire way. The second I walked through my door I stripped down, grabbed the pair of her panties I still had, and set up the big TV with porn that reminded me of her — a curvy mature woman getting her ass stretched.

I lay back on the bed, completely naked, her panties stuffed in my mouth so I could taste and smell her. I started rubbing my cock slowly at first, then faster, watching the screen while my mind replaced the porn actress with Elham. I pictured her sitting on my cock reverse cowgirl, lowering herself slowly so I could watch every inch of my thick shaft disappear into her tight married butthole. I imagined her moaning deeply, her red hair with the bright highlights bouncing as she rode me, her ass cheeks spreading wide around my cock. I thought about filling her ass with cum this time instead of her mouth — pumping rope after rope deep inside her while she shook and came around me.

The taste of her panties in my mouth, the scent filling my nose, the vivid fantasy — it pushed me over the edge fast. I exploded hard, thick ropes of cum splashing across my chest and stomach in heavy spurts. I kept stroking through it, imagining how it would feel landing on her tits or her face instead. The warm cum on my own skin felt dirty and satisfying. I wished her mouth was right there in front of my cock so I could feed her another load, but even this was intense.

I lay there breathing hard, cum cooling on my chest, her panties still between my lips.

She was my secret 55-year-old girlfriend now.

And next time… next time that beautiful ass was finally going to be mine.

Chapter 9: Finally Inside Her Ass

Today was the day. No more teasing, no more quick blowjobs, no more fingers. Today I was going to spread Elham’s ass and fuck the shit out of her butthole. I had been thinking about it nonstop — that tight, married, 55-year-old hole that had given birth to two kids but still looked so fuckable in every fantasy. My cock was already throbbing when I picked up the phone and sent her the message.

Me: Hi. I need you to come over here right now. Maybe for like 10-15 minutes. I need to see you.

Elham: I was actually getting ready to go shopping. I’ll stop by on my way. Maybe like 15 minutes, I should be there.

Me: Okay. Perfect.

I knew exactly what I was going to do. The second she walked through the door I was going to start kissing her neck, get her horny enough that she wouldn’t want to leave. If she got wet and desperate, she’d beg for a quickie — and this time that quickie was going straight into her ass.

While I waited, I sent a text to her husband from my phone, keeping it casual.

Me: Hey, I was thinking of stopping by your office later to hang out a bit. How late are you going to be there?

He replied quickly.

Husband: I’m here till like 9 or 10 p.m. tonight.

Me: Okay, I’ll text you when I’m on my way.

Perfect. It was only 10 a.m. and he was locked in at work all day. I had hours.

The doorbell rang. My heart jumped. I opened the door and there she was — Elham, looking sexy even in casual shopping clothes, her fiery red hair with the bright front highlights falling around her shoulders, tight jeans hugging her thick thighs and that round ass I was finally going to claim.

The moment she stepped inside and the door closed, I didn’t say a word. I pulled her close, pressed her against the wall, and started kissing her neck — slow, hungry kisses, sucking lightly on her skin, breathing in her scent. She gasped, tilting her head to give me better access. I could feel her body responding, her breathing getting heavier.

“Let’s not waste time,” I whispered against her ear. “I know you have things to do, so I’m going right to the point.”

I took her hand and led her straight to the bedroom. Once inside, I pushed her gently but firmly onto the bed on all fours. Standing right behind her, I yanked her jeans and panties down in one motion, exposing her bare ass for the first time.

Fuck. It was even better than I imagined. Full, round, soft — a beautiful 50-year-old ass that had birthed two kids but still looked so thick and fuckable. The dark little puckered hole in the center made my cock twitch hard.

I didn’t hesitate. I dropped to my knees, spread her cheeks wide with both hands, and leaned in. My tongue went straight to her butthole, licking slow and deep, tasting her. She moaned loudly, pushing back against my face.

“Oh god… this is it, huh?” she breathed, voice shaky. “I guess you’re going to fuck my ass today.”

I pulled back just enough to look at her. “How did you know?”

She looked back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded with lust. “Wow, I got superpowers.”

I grinned and gave her ass a hard spank, watching the cheek jiggle. “I’m going to stretch the fuck out of your ass, Elham. I’m going to fuck the shit out of your ass right now.”

I stood up, pulled my cock out — it was rock hard, thick, veins bulging. I moved in front of her face. “Here, get it wet. Spit on it good because I’m not using any lube. I want it raw — just your spit and the juice from your mouth.”

She looked up at me, nervous but excited, then opened her mouth and took me in. I fucked her mouth slowly at first, sliding in and out, making her gag and choke while I coated every inch with her saliva. At the same time I reached back and fingered her ass again, rubbing her butthole and pushing a finger inside to loosen her.

“Okay… it’s time,” I said, pulling out of her mouth with a wet pop. “You ready?”

She shook her head, breathing hard. “No… with that cock in my ass? Of course not.”

“Too bad,” I growled. “Because you’re taking it in that butthole today no matter what.”

I moved behind her again, grabbed her hips, and pressed the thick head of my cock against her tight little hole. She moaned as I started pushing. Slowly, steadily, I worked the head in. When I was halfway inside she gasped.

“Okay, stop… you gotta go slow. Relax me first.”

I pulled out, went back to her mouth, let her suck and slobber on it again to get it even wetter. Then I returned behind her.

“Hold your butt cheeks. Spread them for me. Yeah… put your face down on the bed. Good girl. Now look back at me and spread that ass.”

She obeyed, reaching back with both hands, pulling her full cheeks wide apart. The sight was breathtaking — this beautiful married woman on all fours, face pressed into the sheets, spreading her own ass for me, her tight hole winking, waiting. I stood back for a second just to admire it, then stepped forward.

I pressed the head against her again and pushed — slow, steady, relentless. Inch by inch my thick cock disappeared into her ass until I was buried balls-deep. She screamed into the pillow, a mix of pain and pleasure, her ring gripping me so tight it felt like heaven.

I lay down on top of her, chest against her back, cock still buried to the hilt, and started kissing her neck and ear softly while whispering, “That’s it… take every inch.”

Then my phone started ringing on the nightstand.

It was her husband.

I didn’t pull out. I stayed deep inside her ass, feeling her clench around me in panic, and answered the call.

“Hey, what’s up?”

He sounded casual. “Hey, what time did you say you were coming by? I’ve got something coming up with a friend — we might head out of town and stay overnight, coming back tomorrow around noon. So I just wanted to let you know I won’t be around.”

I smirked, slowly grinding my cock deeper into his wife’s ass while she tried to stay quiet, biting the pillow. The feeling was intoxicating — buried balls-deep in Elham’s asshole while talking to her husband on the phone.

“Okay, no problem. Thanks for letting me know. Where are you guys going?”

He laughed. “Well, between us… there are two chicks we’re gonna have some fun with. You wanna come?”

“Nah, actually my girlfriend is coming over tonight, so you guys enjoy. Maybe next time.”

“Yeah, okay. See you later then.”

“See you later.”

I hung up and immediately pushed even deeper into Elham’s ass. She moaned loudly.

“Elham… your husband is going out of town tonight. I’m going to fuck your ass all the way till tomorrow morning. From 10 a.m. until 6, 7, 8 a.m. — as long as you can take it.”

Her eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

Before she could say more, her own phone started ringing. It was him again.

“Take it out for a second!” she whispered urgently.

“I’m not taking it out,” I said, still buried deep. “Just answer it. Stay quiet.”

She answered, trying to sound normal while I started slowly sliding in and out of her ass. As she talked to her husband about his trip, I pulled almost all the way out, watched her butthole gape for a second, then pushed back in deep. She flinched, a tiny fart escaping as her hole clenched, but she couldn’t make a sound. The pain was clear on her face, but she kept talking, voice trembling slightly.

When she finally hung up, I slammed deep again. She screamed.

I put a finger in her mouth. “Suck it. Yeah… keep sucking my finger while I fuck your ass. You’re going to be here till tomorrow, huh? I’m going to fuck this ass all night.”

I turned her onto her back, pushed her knees up toward her tits, and made her hold her legs open. Grabbing her full tits, I pinched and squeezed her nipples, pulling her toward me as I slid my cock back into her stretched butthole. The new angle let me go even deeper. I was close already, but I didn’t want to cum yet. I needed to fuck her properly all day.

I pulled out suddenly. “Hold on. I’ll be right back.”

I grabbed two Viagra pills, swallowed them, then came back to the bed. My cock was already getting even harder.

“You’re going to get your ass ripped today,” I told her.

Before pushing back in, I grabbed my phone. “I want to record this. Hold it for me — I want to see your beautiful face while I fuck your ass. So later when I jerk off I can watch it again and again.”

She took the phone, holding it so the camera captured her face and my cock sliding in and out of her ass. That was the start. For the next half hour I didn’t put the phone down. I fucked her in every position I could think of — doggy, missionary with legs up, her riding me reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass bounce, spooning while I reached around to rub her clit. We made our own private porn, the sounds of her moans and the wet slapping of my hips against her ass filling the room.

Finally I felt the pressure building again.

“I’m about to cum,” I groaned.

She was breathing hard. “Okay… finally.”

“Where do you want it?”

“Well… don’t you want to cum in my ass? Didn’t you say you wanted to fill it up?”

“Yes.”

“Okay then… cum.”

I leaned forward, grabbed her neck gently but firmly, pulled her in for a deep, messy kiss, and started pounding her ass as hard and deep as I could. She screamed into my mouth, body shaking from the intensity. I watched her tits bounce, her face contort in pleasure and pain, until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

With one final deep thrust I came hard — thick, powerful ropes of cum shooting deep inside her ass, filling her up while my cock pulsed and throbbed. I stayed buried to the hilt, not pulling out even after I finished.

I looked down at her, both of us breathing heavy.

“Well… now are you happy?” I asked with a smirk.

She laughed weakly. “Yes… of course. But I think you’re going to be way happier because you’re going to fuck the shit out of me all day.”

I slowly pulled out, watching a trickle of my cum leak from her stretched hole.

“Okay… 10 minutes break. Then we go for the next round.”

This was only the beginning. Elham’s asshole was going to get fucked — and fucked hard — for the rest of the day and all night long.

Chapter 10: The Second Round – No Limits

I looked down at Elham, still catching her breath on the bed, my cum slowly leaking from her freshly fucked ass. My cock was still hard thanks to the Viagra, throbbing with fresh hunger. I smirked and said in a low, rough voice:

“Okay, you sexy fucking whore… are you ready for the next round, baby?”

She looked up at me. Her face said everything at once — a mix of “Do I have another choice?” and raw, submissive lust that screamed “Yes… give it to me.” Her fiery red hair was messy, those bright front highlights sticking to her sweaty forehead, her cheeks flushed, lips slightly swollen from sucking me earlier. She didn’t speak, just gave me that look that made my balls tighten.

I climbed onto the bed, crawling over her like a predator. I sat down on her chest, my heavy balls resting on her tits, my thick cock pointing straight at her face. She was looking up at me from below, eyes wide, breathing fast. I stared down at her beautiful mature face — this 55-year-old Persian wife, mother of two, lying under me completely naked and used.

“Open your mouth.”

She parted her lips obediently. I fed my cock into her warm mouth, still slick from her ass. The taste of her own asshole on my shaft didn’t seem to bother her — if anything, it made her suck harder. I watched her lips stretch around me, her tongue working to clean every inch. The sight was filthy and perfect: my cock straight out of her ass, now sliding between her lips while she looked up at me with watery eyes.

As she sucked, I couldn’t stop thinking about her husband. That crazy, forbidden rush hit me again — I was fucking someone’s wife. Not just fucking — owning her holes while he was clueless at work. The thrill made everything feel ten times more intense.

I grabbed my phone with one hand and started recording her face while she sucked. I pulled my cock out with a wet pop, slapped it against her cheek a few times, then shoved it back in.

“Look at you… sucking your own ass off my cock like a good little whore,” I growled, pushing deeper.

I leaned forward, pressing my weight down so her face was trapped under my belly. Her head was pinned against the mattress as I started fucking her mouth hard — deep, rhythmic thrusts like I was pounding a tight pussy. I could feel the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat with every stroke. She gagged loudly, choking sounds filling the room, but she kept her mouth open for me.

I was getting close again way too fast. “Fuck… this is too early.”

I pulled out, strings of saliva connecting my cock to her lips.

“Okay, turn around. Turn the fuck around. I need to put this cock back in your ass.”

She quickly got on all fours. I spat once on my shaft — barely any lube — and slammed back into her stretched butthole in one hard push. She cried out, but I didn’t stop. I started pounding her ass with deep, brutal strokes, watching her thick cheeks ripple every time my hips slapped against her. I wanted to hear her scream. I wanted to watch her feel the pain and pleasure of getting her married ass ruined.

The pressure in my bladder built again. That dirty idea I’d had earlier came rushing back.

“Get up,” I ordered. “Let’s go to the shower. I have an idea.”

She followed me on shaky legs. In the bathroom I turned on the water just enough to make the tiles wet and warm. I pointed to the floor.

“Get down. Ass up.”

Elham dropped to her knees on the wet tiles, then lowered her chest and face down, reaching back with both hands to spread her cheeks wide for me. The sight was incredible — this sexy 50-year-old Persian wife presenting her asshole like an offering.

I stuffed my cock back into her ass in one thrust and started fucking her again, deep and steady. Then I held still, buried to the balls.

She looked back at me, confused. “Why aren’t you fucking?”

“Hold on… just wait a little bit.”

I leaned forward, kissing her lips, then her neck, while my cock stayed buried deep inside her. I whispered against her ear:

“You know what I’m going to do?”

“What?”

“I’m about to piss in your ass. Something I’ve always wanted to do. Has your husband ever pissed in your ass?”

“No…”

“Well, I’m your second husband now. Your special husband. And I’m going to piss inside your ass right now.”

I felt it coming. “Ooh… it’s coming, baby.”

I started pissing while my cock was still deep in her. The warm stream filled her asshole as I slowly pushed in and out. After a few strokes, when I pulled back, piss mixed with her juices squirted out around my shaft with wet, filthy sounds — “fudge… fudge…” — every time I thrust back in. The sensation was unreal.

Elham moaned loudly, one hand frantically rubbing her pussy faster and faster. She was soaked, clearly turned on beyond belief by how dirty this was.

I pulled out while still pissing, spraying the warm stream across her back and shoulders. Then I moved in front of her.

“Open your mouth.”

I pushed my cock in from the side and fucked her mouth for about twenty seconds, then pulled out and slid it back into her ass. The cycle continued — ass to mouth, mouth to ass — while I still had piss left.

Finally I stood in front of her again.

“I want you to suck it a little. You know how in the ocean, when water gets in your mouth? You hold it and spit it back out — don’t swallow. Just like that. I’m going to piss in your mouth a little bit. Can I?”

She looked up at me, my cock still between her lips, and didn’t pull away. Her eyes said “do it” without a single word.

I realized in that moment how completely I owned her. This married woman was on her knees in my shower, ready for anything.

I started pissing. The hot stream filled her mouth while she gently sucked the tip. When her mouth was almost full, I pulled back slightly and watched her hold it, cheeks slightly puffed.

“You’re a sexy fucking beast,” I told her. “You’re my beautiful cocksucker.”

Then I shoved my cock back into her piss-filled mouth and started fucking her throat hard, pushing the liquid deep. She swallowed everything — every drop — without complaint. I kept going, pissing directly into her mouth while fucking it, watching her throat work as she drank it all down like a good whore.

After the last drops, she sucked the tip gently, milking out every bit. When I finally pulled out I told her:

“Open your mouth. Let me see.”

It was empty. She had swallowed every single drop.

I grinned. “Get up.”

I pulled her back to the bed. Since she had just drunk my piss straight from my cock, I knew there were no limits anymore.

I started the ass-to-mouth cycle again — slamming into her asshole, pulling out and shoving it straight into her mouth, over and over. She took it without hesitation, tasting her own ass and my piss on my cock each time.

Finally the pressure built again.

“Elham… I’m about to cum.”

“Yeah… cum. Cum in my ass.”

“No.”

I pulled out of her ass, made her sit up on the edge of the bed, and stood in front of her. I grabbed her hair, tilted her head back, and shoved my cock straight down her throat vertically — deep, hard, holding her in place while I looked up at the ceiling.

She gagged violently, choking and sputtering, but I kept pushing, fucking her mouth like a fleshlight. Her hands gripped my thighs as she struggled to take it all.

I exploded down her throat — thick, heavy ropes of cum shooting straight into her stomach while she choked and swallowed around me. I held her there until the last spasm, loving every second of her gagging on my cock.

When I finally pulled out, saliva and cum dripped from her lips.

We were only on the second round, and it was barely noon. We still had hours — many, many hours — before her husband came back tomorrow.

Her asshole was going to get destroyed today.

Chapter 11: The Third Round – Deep in Bed

Elham lay beside me on the bed, completely exhausted, her body glistening with sweat, her fiery red hair messy and sticking to her face. She was breathing heavily, legs slightly trembling, her thick ass still red from the pounding it had taken. The reality of what we were doing hit me again — this was somebody’s wife. A 55-year-old married woman with two kids, lying naked and used in my bed while her husband was out of town thinking everything was normal. The thought made my cock twitch back to full hardness even after everything we had already done.

I didn’t give her much rest.

I grabbed her by the hair, pushed her head down toward my cock, and forced her mouth onto me. She didn’t resist. I started fucking her face right there on the bed, pushing her head down hard so my thick shaft went deep into her throat. From the side I could see everything — her cheeks hollowing, her throat bulging slightly with every thrust, her watery eyes looking up at me submissively.

I loved how she wasn’t complaining at all. Not even a little. She had been waiting for someone to fuck her this hard for a long time, and now she was taking it like she needed it.

While she sucked me, I reached back and started fingering her sore asshole again, pushing two fingers in and out as I forced her head down on my cock. The wet gagging sounds filled the room. I grabbed my phone with my free hand and opened the chat with her husband.

Me: Hey, how is it going?

Husband: Good. We are almost there. About to get late, baby.

Me: Good, good. Maybe send me a video. Let me see how you do it.

Husband: Haha. Let’s see if she lets me.

Me: Well, I want you to fuck the shit out of them. Go as hardcore as you can. Dude, what if your wife finds out?

He called me immediately.

Oh fuck.

I answered the phone while his wife’s mouth was still wrapped around my cock, her head bobbing as I kept slowly pushing in and out.

“Hey, what’s up?”

He sounded a little nervous. “Hey, you haven’t told her anything, right?”

“No. Why? What happened?”

“Nothing… I’m just making sure. If she finds out, she will fucking kill me. So yeah, make sure she doesn’t find out. Maybe if she calls you or anything, you can tell her yeah, I talked to him. He said he’s going for a business trip, so you will confirm because that’s what I told her too.”

I smirked, looking down at Elham as she continued sucking me obediently, her tongue working the underside of my shaft.

“Yeah, no worries. Don’t worry, I got you. Hold on one second… hold on. Let me just… one second.”

I put the call on mute.

I looked straight into Elham’s eyes and spoke loud enough for her to hear while her mouth was full of my cock.

“Well, guess what? It’s been three hours I’ve been fucking your wife’s ass and mouth. A few minutes ago I was pissing in her mouth and watched her swallow every drop. And I think I’m gonna be pissing in her mouth again right now, right here in the bed. So yeah… thanks for this hot fucking wife.”

Then I took it off mute.

“Yeah, okay, look, I got a call. My girlfriend is coming here. I think I’m going to get fucking… I’m gonna be fucking some ass right now.”

He laughed. “Good, good. Go have fun.”

“Okay, talk to you later.”

I hung up and immediately went back to fucking Elham’s mouth harder, pushing her head down deep while she gagged around me.

I looked down at her and said softly but firmly, “Elham… I’m gonna pee a little bit. But you gotta make sure you’re drinking every drop. We are in bed, not in the shower, so I want you to show me. I wanna watch you sucking my cock like a straw, sucking the piss right out of my dick. And I’m going to record it.”

She didn’t pull away. She just looked up at me with those submissive eyes and kept her mouth wrapped around me.

I hit record on my phone, aiming the camera at her beautiful face. For the first time I made a piss video — watching this gorgeous married woman suck and drink my warm piss straight from my cock while I recorded every second. She sucked gently, swallowing in small gulps, her throat moving as she took it all without spilling a drop on the sheets. The sight was one of the hottest things I had ever seen.

When I finished, I pulled out and told her to open her mouth. It was empty. She had swallowed everything.

I smiled darkly. “Good girl.”

Now it was time to take things further.

I got up, grabbed some ties from the closet — soft but strong fabric strips. I tied her hands together above her head and secured them to the headboard. Then I tied her legs wide apart, spreading her thighs open so her used pussy and sore asshole were completely exposed and helpless.

She lay there completely bound, breathing fast, looking up at me with a mix of exhaustion, nervousness, and undeniable arousal.

I climbed back on the bed, my cock rock hard again.

“Time for some hardcore shit, baby.”

I pushed her knees even further back toward her chest, folding her in half, and lined my thick cock up with her stretched butthole. Without any more lube, I slammed back inside her ass in one hard thrust. She cried out, her body jerking against the ties.

I started fucking her with long, brutal strokes — pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in deep, watching her tits bounce and her face contort with every powerful thrust. The sound of my hips slapping against her ass filled the room. I leaned down, grabbed her throat lightly, and fucked her even harder, making sure she felt every inch stretching her married asshole.

I switched positions constantly — flipping her onto her side while still tied, pounding her from behind while pulling her hair, then putting her back on her back with legs tied wide open so I could watch my cock disappear into her ass over and over.

Every time she moaned or screamed, I went harder. I wanted her to feel completely owned.

The Viagra kept me going strong. I wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

This was only the beginning of the hardcore round. Her asshole was going to get fucked raw and relentlessly for as long as I wanted.

And we still had the whole night ahead of us.

Chapter 12: Bound, Broken, and Back Home

Elham was lying on the bed, utterly spent, her body covered in sweat, her thick thighs still trembling from the hours of relentless fucking. Her fiery red hair was a wild mess, those bright front highlights plastered to her damp forehead. She looked every bit the exhausted, well-used 55-year-old married woman she was — somebody’s wife, somebody’s mother — and that knowledge only made my cock throb harder.

I wasn’t done.

I got up and brought out the rope. “Here, let’s make this interesting.”

I tied her wrists tightly together, then pulled her ankles up and bound her hands to her feet, hogtying her in a tight, dirty position. Next, I wrapped the rope around her full tits, squeezing them together until they bulged, and tied her knees together as well. She was completely packaged now — trussed up like a gift, facing down on the bed, ass up and helpless. The rope went around her neck and connected all the way to her feet and hands, so she could barely move. She could hardly even look back without straining.

I stood behind her, admiring the view. Her thick, round ass was presented perfectly, her tight little hole slightly open and puffy from all the earlier abuse.

I lined up my cock and pushed in hard.

“Wait… wait!” she gasped immediately. “That’s a bad position… it goes way too deep. It hurts… hold on!”

I grabbed her hips and kept pushing deeper. “Elham, look at me. Of course it’s gonna hurt. Now tell me… tell me you’re my fucking whore. Tell me you’re my fucking bitch. Tell me you’re my cocksucker. Say it.”

She moaned in pain, voice shaky but obedient. “I’m… I’m your fucking whore… I’m your bitch… I’m your cocksucker…”

“Good girl.”

I started fucking her ass with long, brutal strokes, slamming in so deep that my balls slapped against her. She screamed into the sheets with every thrust, her bound body jerking helplessly. The rope dug into her skin, keeping her completely immobilized while I used her asshole like a toy.

I pulled out for a moment. My cock was messy — streaks of her ass visible on the shaft from how deep I had gone. I moved in front of her face.

“Look at me. Open your mouth. You’re gonna catch my spit.”

She opened wide. I spat directly into her mouth.

“Good girl.”

I slapped her face lightly, then harder. “Keep looking at me. Open your mouth.”

She obeyed, eyes locked on mine. I shoved my dirty cock back into her mouth, fucking her face for a while — pulling out, slapping her cheeks with it, then pushing back in deep. The taste didn’t make her pull away. She sucked like she was addicted.

I flipped her as best as I could in the ropes and went back to pounding her ass again. It was almost 5 p.m. Seven full hours of destroying her holes. I still hadn’t fucked her pussy even once. While I hammered her ass, I reached under and started rubbing her clit and slapping her pussy lips hard, making wet sounds echo in the room.

She started begging. “Please… my ass hurts so much. Just put it in my pussy a little bit… just 10 minutes. Don’t you like to fuck my pussy? Just 10 minutes only…”

I laughed and kept slamming into her ass. “Shut the fuck up. You need to shut the fuck up and get your ass fucked.”

She whimpered. “Okay… look, it’s starting to hurt my arms. Can we just loosen the rope? It’s not that much fun. I like it the other way…”

I paused and started untying her. “Okay, sure.”

Once she was free, I told her, “Let’s do something new. Bend over. I want you to eat my ass while rubbing my cock. Then bring your head below my legs and suck my cock. Then keep eating my ass.”

She obeyed, getting on her knees behind me. Her tongue went to my asshole, licking eagerly while her hand stroked my cock. Then she ducked lower, sucking my balls and cock from underneath before going back to rimming me.

I pulled her back onto the bed, lay her on her back, and straddled her chest. I started titty-fucking her full, soft tits, sliding my cock between them while my hand went down to rub her pussy hard and fast, fingers plunging inside her, trying to make her cum. The feeling of her wet pussy gripping my fingers made me even hornier.

I felt myself getting close again. “This bedsheet is already ruined anyway…”

I moved up, aimed at her face. “Okay, I’m gonna cum. Keep your fucking mouth open.”

I shoved my cock back into her mouth and started fucking her face hard — brutal, deep thrusts that made her gag and choke violently. “I’m about to cum. I’m gonna push deep and hold it there until the last drop. You’re gonna keep it in. You’re not gonna take it out. Hold it all the way. Get ready.”

I slammed in as deep as I could and held her head in place. I came hard, flooding her throat with thick ropes while she gagged and struggled to swallow around my cock. “Keep it… keep it fucking there. Yeah… good fucking bitch.”

When I finally pulled out, she was breathless, coughing, tears in her eyes. “You’re killing me…”

I smirked. “Not yet. I just met you. We have a long way to go.”

While my cock was still in her mouth, with no warning, I started pissing again. She choked instantly as the hot stream filled her mouth and spilled over her face. I pulled out and continued pissing directly onto her face and into her open mouth.

“Open… open your mouth wider. Don’t make a mess. Open!”

I loved making her drink it. She swallowed as much as she could while piss ran down her cheeks, chin, and neck. Her beautiful face was glistening and soaked.

Then I shoved my cock back into her mouth and fucked her face for almost a full hour — nonstop, deep, sloppy throat-fucking while she lay there wasted and exhausted. By the time I stopped it was almost 8 p.m.

She looked completely destroyed — tired, sore, covered in fluids.

I looked at her and said, “Elham, I need to remind you something. As much as I love shoving my cock in your mouth and making you choke, making you scream… you’ve got kids. So let’s get ready. Let’s go home. I want you to feed the kids, and when they go to sleep, I’m coming to your bedroom. I’m going to fuck you in your own bed.”

We cleaned up quickly, got dressed, and drove to her place. I waited in the car outside for half an hour. Then she texted me:

Elham: I’m gonna leave the door open quietly. Open it, go straight to my bedroom, and stay there.

I slipped inside the house quietly. Her 18-year-old daughter Tina was in the other room, and her 16-year-old son had already left to stay at a friend’s house.

I waited in the dark bedroom. When Elham finally came in, she was wearing one of those dresses I had always seen her in at parties — the kind that hugged her curves and made me fantasize about what was underneath.

The second she closed the door, I grabbed her, pushed her face-down onto the marital bed, yanked her dress up, pulled her panties halfway down her thighs, and shoved my cock straight into her sore ass without any warning.

I clamped my hand tightly over her mouth so she couldn’t make a sound. Tina was right in the next room. The thrill was insane — fucking Tina’s mom in her own bedroom while her daughter slept nearby, especially after Elham had argued with Tina about not letting her invite her boyfriend over. Yet here she was, getting her ass fucked hard by a younger man in the same house.

For almost two hours I pounded her ass relentlessly in that bed — slow and deep at times, then hard and fast, my hand never leaving her mouth. The fact that Tina was just a wall away, the fact that I was thinking about her husband’s bed, the forbidden risk of it all — it made me fuck her like an animal.

I was going to destroy this bitch all night long, right here in her own home.

Chapter 13: The Riskiest Night

It was almost 2 a.m. The house was completely quiet except for the soft sounds of Elham’s exhausted breathing. Tina was supposedly sleeping in her room down the hall. I was still deep inside Elham’s ass on the marital bed, my cock buried in her sore, stretched hole while she lay there naked, her beautiful mature body glistening with sweat. Her full tits rose and fell with each heavy breath, her fiery red hair with those bright front highlights spread messily across the pillow. She looked completely wrecked — used, tired, and thoroughly fucked for hours.

I pulled out slowly, my cock still hard, and whispered, “Elham, get up. Let’s go.”

She turned her head, voice hoarse. “Where?”

“Downstairs. To the living room.”

“Why?”

I didn’t answer. I just grabbed her hand and pulled her up. She followed me naked down the stairs, her thick ass swaying with every step. When we reached the middle of the living room, I stopped.

“Sit down right here.”

She looked confused but obeyed, lowering herself onto the couch. I stood in front of her, cock pointing straight at her face.

“I wanna fuck your mouth right in the middle of your living room. So every single time you sit here with your family, you’ll remember how hard I fucked your mouth in this exact spot.”

She opened her mouth without argument. I grabbed her head with both hands and slid my cock deep between her lips. I started fucking her face slowly at first, then harder, pushing her head down until her nose pressed against my stomach. Wet gagging sounds filled the quiet living room. I watched her throat bulge, her eyes water, her full lips stretched wide around my thick shaft.

Then I sat on the couch and pulled her between my legs. She stayed on her knees, hands on the floor, mouth open as I pushed deep again. I held her head and thrust upward, fucking her throat like a toy while she choked and drooled.

That’s when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.

Tina.

She was standing at the bottom of the stairs in just a t-shirt and panties, watching us. I froze for a split second. How long had she been there? How much had she seen? Her mom was on her knees in the living room, gagging loudly on my cock, and Tina was just… staring. She didn’t scream. She didn’t run. She didn’t make a sound. She was secretly watching, eyes wide, one hand slowly moving between her legs.

Holy fuck.

My heart hammered. I was nervous, scared, but I didn’t pull out. I kept my cock in Elham’s mouth, still slowly pushing in and out while making eye contact with Tina. She knew I saw her. And she didn’t stop touching herself. A few months ago she had messaged me saying she had a crush on me. I had told her she was too young, but I kept talking to her just to stay close to her mom. Now here she was — almost 19 — secretly watching me fuck her mother’s face and touching herself to it.

The moment I saw her fingers rubbing faster, the thrill hit me like lightning. I came hard. Thick ropes shot straight down Elham’s throat while Tina watched every second of me filling her mom’s mouth. Elham swallowed obediently, coughing and gasping around my cock. Tina turned around quietly and went back upstairs without a word.

I pulled out of Elham’s mouth, breathing hard. “Let’s go upstairs.”

We walked back up. Tina’s door was closed now. Elham thought she was asleep. I took Elham straight to the master bathroom.

“Okay, now let’s fuck in your shower. But first, I want to watch you shower.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, cock in my hand, rubbing slowly. Elham stepped into the shower, leaving the door half open so I could see everything. She turned on the water and started washing her body — soaping her full tits, running her hands over her sore ass, between her legs. I stroked myself while watching her, knowing Tina might be watching me from somewhere.

Then Elham said, “I need to use the bathroom for a second,” and closed the shower door fully.

The second it clicked shut, I stood up naked, hard cock bouncing, and walked out of the bedroom. Tina was standing right there in the hallway, shocked.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, eyes wide, staring at my naked body and erect cock.

I stepped closer. “You know what I’m doing. And you were watching. If your dad finds out you were touching yourself while watching me fuck your mom, he’s not gonna like it. So… what are we gonna do now? Keep it a secret between us?”

She looked nervous but excited. “I don’t know… I might tell him. I might not.”

My heart was pounding. I was standing completely naked in front of an 18-year-old girl with a hard cock, her mom in the shower just a few feet away.

She stepped closer. “A few months ago I wanted you to be my boyfriend. You said no. Now you’re going to be my fucking boyfriend. Otherwise I’m gonna tell him. Deal?”

I swallowed. “Fuck… okay. Alright.”

She smiled, leaned in, and kissed me on the lips. Then she dropped to her knees right there in the hallway.

“Come here. Sit down.”

I sat on the edge of a chair. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked eagerly for two or three minutes — fast, sloppy, hungry. I came so fast it surprised me, shooting straight into Tina’s mouth. She swallowed every drop, wiped her lips, and quietly went back to her room without another word.

Elham opened the shower door a moment later. “Okay, mister… I guess it’s time for you to go. I’m too tired. My asshole hurts. My mouth hurts. My chin hurts. If you’re done, you should go so I can get some rest.”

I smiled. “Okay, alright. Yeah. Lay down a little bit. Let me give you a massage first.”

She lay face-down on the bed, exhausted. The second she relaxed, I climbed on top of her, spread her cheeks, and shoved my cock back into her sore ass. She gasped but didn’t fight it. I gave her a rough “massage” — pounding her ass deep and hard for a few minutes.

Then I pulled out. “Okay, here. Suck it a little and make me cum.”

She turned over and took me in her mouth again. I ended up fucking her face for another full half hour — deep, relentless throat-fucking until she swallowed my load.

“One last thing,” I said. “You know I like to pee after I cum. I wanna piss in your mouth. Right here in your own shower.”

I took her back to the shower and closed the door tightly so Tina couldn’t see anything. I stood over Elham as she knelt. She opened her mouth obediently. I started pissing — a long, steady stream straight into her mouth. She drank every drop, swallowing while looking up at me, then licked my cock clean, sucking the tip gently to get the last bits.

I watched my beautiful Elham — this married Persian wife — drinking my piss in her own home shower while her daughter had just swallowed my cum down the hall. The contrast was insane.

“Okay, get up. Now it’s time for me to go, you sexy little whore.”

She stood on shaky legs. “When do I see you next time?”

I grinned. “Well, just get the fuck out of here right now because I can’t even walk. You fucking destroyed my ass. I’ll let you know.”

I put my clothes on, slipped out of the house quietly, and drove away with my mind spinning.

In one night I had fucked Elham’s ass and mouth for hours, pissed in her mouth twice, came down her throat multiple times — and her 18-year-old daughter had secretly watched, then sucked my cock and swallowed my cum too.

This was only getting more dangerous… and I couldn’t wait for what came next.

Chapter 14: Tina Takes Her Turn

The next day I was completely exhausted. My body felt heavy, my cock was sore, and my mind was still replaying the insane 10+ hours I had spent destroying Elham’s ass and mouth. I had barely slept when I heard a soft knock on my door. Before I could even sit up, the door opened and Tina walked in.

She looked fresh, confident, and dangerously sexy — wearing a tiny top and short shorts that showed off her slim, tight 19-year-old body. Her small perky tits, narrow waist, and that tiny, white, skinny ass made her look like pure temptation.

I didn’t know what the fuck to say at first. My heart jumped.

“Well… hello, boyfriend,” I finally managed, voice still raspy from sleep and last night’s activities.

“Hi,” she said with a sly smile, closing the door behind her and walking straight toward the bed. “Come on in? So tell me, what’s going on now? What’s our story?”

She sat on the edge of the bed, looking me right in the eyes. “Well, you’re my fucking boyfriend and I’m your girlfriend. I don’t care what you guys did last night. I want it all. Whatever you did to my mom, I want those things too. I wanna feel the pleasure. I always told you I wanted to date you. I wanted to be your girlfriend. You said no, no, no. Now you’re going to listen to me and do everything I say.”

I stared at her — this sexy, tiny-ass, skinny, gorgeous 19-year-old girl who had just blackmailed her way into my life after watching me fuck her mom. My cock was already starting to stir under the sheets despite how tired I was.

“I’m really tired…” I muttered.

“Don’t worry,” she said softly, reaching for my pants. “Just lay down and relax.”

She pulled my pants and underwear down in one smooth motion. My cock flopped out, half-hard. Without hesitation she leaned down and took me into her warm, wet mouth. She started sucking me slowly but eagerly — licking the shaft, kissing the head, sucking my balls gently, then going back up to take me deeper.

Holy fuck. If Elham ever found out… she would be furious. But right now I was loving it. How the hell did this young girl know how to suck cock like this? She was skilled — swirling her tongue, using her hand in perfect rhythm, going deep without gagging too much.

I held the back of her head and guided her. “Mmm-hmm… I know.”

She sucked me like that for almost a full hour — slow, sensual, worshipping my cock and balls with her mouth and tongue. She kissed every inch, licked up and down, sucked the head while looking up at me with those innocent-yet-filthy eyes.

Finally I felt myself getting close. “Okay… I’m about to cum.”

She pulled off just enough to speak. “Okay, give it to me. How did you do it with my mom last night?”

“Well… she was laying down. I was sitting on her chest.”

“Okay. I’ll do the same. Lay down, looking up at me. Give it to me. Seriously.”

I moved so I was sitting on her small chest, my cock pointing straight down at her pretty face. She opened her mouth wide, looking up at me expectantly.

I pushed my cock into her mouth and started fucking her face — not too rough yet, but deep. “Okay… I’m gonna cum. You have to control it. You’re not taking my cock out. You’re gonna keep it in until I take it out. Not the other way around. You’re gonna hold it until I say so.”

Last night I had cum deep in her mom’s mouth on this very same bed. Now I was cumming in Tina’s mouth on the same bed. The thought made it even hotter. I wondered what Elham’s husband would think if he knew this guy was fucking every woman in his house.

I groaned and exploded, shooting thick ropes straight down Tina’s throat. She kept her mouth sealed around me, swallowing every drop without pulling away until I finally eased back.

She licked her lips and smiled. “Okay. I heard you guys yesterday… you were saying you love to fuck her ass. I wanna try it too. I never had anal before. And I’m gonna get it now.”

She stood up, pulled her shorts and panties down, revealing her tiny, white, skinny ass — two small, firm cheeks with a tight little pink hole in between. Compared to Elham’s curvy, chubby, well-fucked ass, Tina’s was petite and untouched.

She lay back on the bed, lifted her legs high, held them open with her hands, and spread her small butt cheeks. She spat on her fingers, rubbed her tiny asshole, and looked up at me.

“All right… here. Go.”

Shit. I had never seen anyone be this straightforward.

I moved between her legs, pressed the head of my cock against her virgin asshole, and slowly pushed in. She winced immediately.

“Oh… it hurts really bad…”

“Okay, just relax. Keep it there for a second. Put your feet on my chest and slowly move your ass back and forth — just a little bit at a time.”

She did as I said, rocking her tiny hips so my cock slid in and out just half an inch. Then I pulled out completely.

“Here, suck it more. Make it wetter.”

She eagerly took my cock back into her mouth, sucking and slobbering on it. I pushed it back into her ass — now only the head went in easier. I pulled out again, let her suck it, then pushed back in. I was playing my own dirty game — ass to mouth, mouth to ass, over and over, watching this gorgeous 19-year-old girl suck her own ass off my cock while I slowly stretched her tiny hole.

While I was enjoying Tina’s tight, skinny body and eager mouth, my mind kept drifting back to Elham — her thick, chubby ass, the way she moaned and screamed when I pounded her. Lucky me. Now I had two girlfriends: a curvy, sexy 55-year-old married woman and her tight, skinny, 19-year-old daughter.

I was fucking both of them.

And I couldn’t wait to see how much deeper this was going to get.

Chapter 15: Tina’s First Full Session

It had been two full hours since Tina walked through my door. The first hour was spent with her mouth wrapped around my cock — slow, eager, surprisingly skilled sucking that had me leaking pre-cum constantly. Now we had been playing for nearly another hour, but she had only managed to take about half of my thick cock into her tiny, virgin asshole. No matter how gentle I tried to be, my patience was wearing thin. Seeing that tight, pink little hole stretched around my shaft was driving me insane. I wanted to bury every inch inside her.

Tina was on her back, legs pulled up high and held open by her own hands, looking up at me with a mix of nervousness and excitement. I was rubbing her small clit in slow circles while the head of my cock worked in and out of her ass, only going halfway.

“Okay, Tina,” I said, voice low and rough, “you wanna know how I really fuck your mom?”

Before she could answer, I leaned forward, pressing my chest against her legs, and kissed her soft lips. At the exact same moment I pushed my hips forward hard. My cock sank all the way inside her tiny butthole in one long, steady thrust.

She gasped sharply against my mouth, eyes widening in pain. “Ahh… fuck… it’s too deep!”

I held myself buried to the balls, feeling her impossibly tight ring clench and flutter around the entire length of my shaft. Her tiny white ass looked obscene stretched around my thick cock. I watched her face twist — pain mixed with something deeper — while her hand rubbed her clit faster.

“Kiss me,” she whispered urgently. “Kiss my legs… kiss my neck… kiss my lips… just keep kissing me. Don’t push it anymore.”

I kissed her deeply, then moved to her neck, sucking lightly on her skin. “I’m already all the way deep in your ass, baby. There’s no more to push. I could pull out and slam it harder if you want…”

“No, no, don’t do that!” she gasped. “It really hurts… it’s so big. I feel it in my stomach…”

I smiled against her lips. “Exactly. So tell me… whose ass do you like more? Hers or yours?”

“Yours,” I answered without hesitation, still buried deep. “You’re super hot. And I love how tight you are. I’ve never fucked a tight asshole like yours before. This is the first time ever… and I’m already falling in love with it.”

Tina’s face lit up with a proud, happy little smile, even through the pain. She looked so pleased with herself.

I started moving slowly — pulling out just a few inches, then sliding back in deep, letting her adjust while I kept rubbing her clit. After about ten minutes of gentle thrusting, I pulled all the way out.

“Here, suck it more. Get it wetter.”

She hesitated, wrinkling her nose. “No… it’s dirty. You just took it out of my ass…”

“It’s your own ass. Come on. You need to get it wet so it doesn’t hurt as much when I fuck you.”

Still looking a little disgusted, she grabbed my cock and shoved it into her mouth, sucking hard and deep, cleaning every inch with her tongue. When it was dripping with her saliva, I pulled it out.

“Okay, turn around. Go doggy style. Let me see that gorgeous little ass of yours.”

Tina got on all fours, arching her back and pushing her tiny white cheeks toward me. I grabbed her narrow hips and pushed back inside her ass, watching those small cheeks spread wide around my thick shaft. The sight was incredible — her skinny body taking me so deep.

I started fucking her with steady strokes, enjoying the tight grip. Then my phone rang.

It was Elham.

I answered without stopping, still sliding in and out of her daughter’s ass.

“Hey… I was just thinking about you,” I said casually, voice only slightly strained. “I’m kinda rubbing my cock again… super horny. I’m gonna cum soon and I wanna think about you. I’m gonna think about your ass… and cum like I’m coming in your ass.”

Tina looked back at me over her shoulder, eyes wide with shock, mouthing “What the fuck?” She couldn’t say anything out loud while I was balls-deep in her.

Elham’s voice was soft and teasing on the phone. “Yes… cum in my ass.”

“Okay… take it, baby. Take it.”

I pushed deep into Tina’s tiny asshole and started cumming hard, flooding her insides with thick ropes while I talked to her mother. Tina bit her lip hard, holding her breath so she wouldn’t make a sound. The feeling was insanely hot — cumming deep in the daughter’s ass while telling the mother I was cumming in hers.

After I finished, I kept my cock buried inside Tina for a moment longer.

“I came,” I told Elham, then hung up.

I slowly pulled out of Tina’s stretched little hole, watching a trickle of my cum leak out. Then I moved in front of her face and gently pushed my messy cock between her lips. She started sucking me clean without hesitation while I listened to Elham tell me how much she had enjoyed last night and how much she loved when I fucked her mouth.

I felt a surge of pride. A few months ago I was too shy to even talk to women properly. Now I was fucking both a sexy 55-year-old married woman and her tight 19-year-old daughter — sometimes on the same day, sometimes in the same house.

When I hung up with Elham, I looked down at Tina, my cock still in her mouth.

“Okay… here’s what I usually do. After I cum once, I’m going to cum a second time. So keep sucking it. I’m gonna cum in your mouth again. Then you can get ready and go, yeah?”

She nodded, still holding my cock in her mouth.

Some dark little voice in my head whispered that maybe she would like to drink my piss too. I tried to push the thought away, but the urge was strong.

As she sucked me, the feeling built again — that intense pressure where cum and piss felt almost the same. I started getting close.

“Oh… I feel like I wanna pee,” I groaned.

“Me too,” she mumbled around my cock. “Every time I cum, I feel like I wanna pee after.”

“Well… let’s do this. Keep rubbing your pussy fast. Really fast. You’re gonna feel like you’re gonna pee. Just keep going. Don’t worry about it. If you feel like you have to pee, just push it out.”

I watched her fingers fly over her clit while she sucked me harder. She was getting close. I was getting close too.

The moment she started squirting — her pussy gushing in clear streams onto the sheets — I lost control. What was supposed to be cum turned into a hot stream of piss flooding her mouth. I tried to hold back but couldn’t.

“Okay… I’m cumming. Keep swallowing it!”

Tina’s eyes widened but she didn’t pull away. She kept sucking, swallowing every drop of my piss while she squirted hard at the same time, her body shaking with orgasm. She drank it all down like a good girl, not spilling much, her throat working visibly.

When it finally stopped, she kept gently sucking the tip, cleaning me completely.

I looked down at her in disbelief and pure lust.

She really was my girlfriend now.

And I had two of them.

Chapter 16: Two Hours of Secret Pleasure

Tina had been at my place for a while, her small mouth working eagerly on my cock again. She was on her knees between my legs, sucking with that hungry, devoted rhythm she was quickly mastering — licking the shaft, kissing the head, taking me as deep as she could while looking up at me with those bright eyes. I watched her skinny body, her tiny tits, and that tight little ass I had just started breaking in, and the thrill of having both mother and daughter wrapped around my cock hit me hard.

As she sucked, I ran my fingers through her hair and spoke softly but firmly.

“Tonight, if I tell you to keep your dad busy — maybe take him to the store or somewhere for a couple of hours — would you do it? To be honest, I wanna fuck your mom’s ass. I miss it so much. I’ll fuck your ass too, so you won’t be jealous. But I need you to keep him busy for me.”

Tina paused for a second, my cock still halfway in her mouth. She looked up at me, then slowly nodded while continuing to suck. She agreed. Just like that.

The feeling that washed over me was intoxicating. She really liked me. She was willing to help me fuck her own mother behind her father’s back. The power, the betrayal, the pure filth of it all made my cock throb harder in her mouth. I was fucking both of them — mother and daughter — and they both knew about each other in different ways. It was crazy, dangerous, and I was addicted.

I had an even crazier plan forming in my head. I was going to fuck Tina’s tight little ass, cum deep inside her, then pull out, get dressed, and go straight to Elham. I wanted Elham to suck my cock fresh from her own daughter’s asshole — ass-to-mouth without her knowing. Then I would bend Elham over and fuck her chubby, juicy, sexy Persian ass while still thinking about Tina. I would technically be fucking both of them in one night, one right after the other.

Later that evening, my phone buzzed with a text from Tina.

Tina: OK. We are going to the mall. You have two hours.

I couldn’t believe it. She was actually helping me. She was telling me I had two hours to fuck the shit out of her mom while she kept her dad distracted at the mall.

I drove straight to Elham’s house. The moment I walked in, I grabbed her, pushed her against the wall, and kissed her hard. She was wearing one of those tight dresses I loved — the kind that hugged her thick curves and made me obsess over the ass hidden underneath.

We didn’t waste time. I took her to the bedroom, yanked her dress up, pulled her panties down just enough, and shoved my cock straight into her chubby, well-fucked ass. She moaned loudly as I buried myself deep. While I pounded her from behind, my mind kept flashing between her thick, juicy ass and Tina’s tiny, tight one. Every thrust into Elham made me think of Tina. Every time I thought of Tina’s skinny body, I fucked Elham harder.

I was addicted. Nowadays when I fucked Elham’s ass, I thought about Tina’s. When I fucked Tina’s ass, I thought about Elham’s. Once a week my “girlfriend” would show up and I would destroy her ass too. My cock skin felt raw from all the fucking, but I couldn’t get enough. I kept imagining having all three of them at the same time — Elham, Tina, and even my actual girlfriend — lined up, sucking my cock, taking turns riding my face and ass while I fucked them one after another.

But for now, I was more than happy with what I had: a chubby, juicy, white Persian MILF with a fat ass and a skinny, tiny, sexy 19-year-old with a tight little hole and perky small tits. Honestly, I didn’t even care about my original girlfriend anymore. These two new ones were perfect.

As I kept slamming into Elham’s ass, a wild thought crossed my mind. I couldn’t marry Elham because she was already married… but what if I married Tina? Then Elham would be my mother-in-law, always around, always available. I wondered if Elham would agree. Would she be shocked? “You’re my secret boyfriend and now you want to date my daughter?” Or would she secretly love the idea of keeping me in the family forever?

I smiled to myself while shoving my cock as deep as possible into Elham’s ass, feeling her cheeks ripple with every hard thrust. I loved cumming in her ass more than anywhere else. Fucking ass was way more fun than pussy — especially when I pulled out and made her suck it clean right after. Both of them loved drinking my piss too. The only thing missing was pissing deep inside Tina’s tight little ass. Maybe next time.

I grabbed Elham’s hips tighter, pounded her harder, and let the dirty thoughts fuel me until I filled her chubby ass with another thick load.

Two perfect girlfriends.

Two perfect asses.

And the game was only getting better.

I was already counting the hours until tomorrow.

Chapter 16: Under the Bed

Tina was lying on my bed, completely naked, her skinny legs spread wide open. Her tiny tits rose and fell with quick breaths as I buried my face between her thighs. I was eating her smooth, tight little pussy with long, slow licks, tasting how wet she already was, then moving lower to swirl my tongue around her tiny pink asshole. She moaned softly, hips twitching every time I pushed my tongue inside her ass.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was Elham.

Elham: I’m coming over. I’ll be there in a few minutes.

Fuck. Her mom was on the way while I had my tongue buried in her daughter’s asshole.

A crazy, dangerous idea hit me instantly.

“Tina,” I whispered, pulling my face back just enough to speak, “she’s coming over. Get under the bed. Face toward the bottom of the bed. Don’t make a fucking sound. Not a single noise.”

Tina’s eyes widened, but she didn’t argue. She quickly slid off the bed and crawled underneath, positioning herself so her face was right at the edge near the bottom. I barely had time to wipe my mouth before the knock came at the door.

I opened it. Elham stepped inside, looking sexy in a casual dress that hugged her thick curves. “I only have half an hour and I want some fun.”

I smiled. “I’m always here for you. What do you want?”

She bit her lip. “Please me. Make me cum.”

“How about I eat your pussy until you cum in my mouth?”

“Oh… that sounds good.”

I sat right at the edge of the bed, my face positioned perfectly at the bottom. I pulled Elham toward me, lifted her dress, and held her thick thighs up and open. Then I buried my face in her fat, juicy pussy, licking deep and slow, tasting her familiar wetness while my tongue moved down to her asshole too.

With my left hand, I quietly motioned for Tina to move forward under the bed.

All of a sudden, my hard cock was sliding into Tina’s warm, waiting mouth.

Unbelievable.

I was eating Elham’s fat, juicy pussy and asshole while her own daughter quietly sucked my cock right underneath us. Tina kept her mouth open and let me slowly push in and out, her tongue working the underside while I devoured her mother.

How the fuck did I come up with this? I felt so proud of myself in that moment.

Tina sucked me way too well. Her mouth was warm, wet, and eager. After just a few minutes I was already getting dangerously close to cumming, but I still hadn’t made Elham cum yet. She probably expected me to cum on her face or in her mouth like usual.

I made a quick decision. I didn’t have to cum on Elham every single time.

“Elham,” I said, voice muffled against her pussy, “I’m not gonna cum on you this time… or maybe I will. I’m just gonna jerk off while I eat you. So we both cum at the same time, yeah?”

“Yes… do it. Keep eating. Put that tongue in my pussy. Fuck me with it.”

I ate her harder — licking her fat pussy lips, sucking her clit, then pushing my tongue deep into her asshole and back up again. I loved having my head trapped between her thick thighs, this cute fucking whore riding my face.

With my free hand I grabbed my phone and turned on some loud music so any small sounds would be covered. Then I reached down and pulled Tina closer, shoving my cock deeper into her mouth while holding her head steady. I started fucking her face slowly but firmly under the bed while my tongue worked Elham’s holes above.

After almost half an hour, Elham started breathing faster. “I’m about to cum… you ready to cum too?”

“Sure… let’s do it.”

I ate her with everything I had — tongue flicking fast on her clit, then plunging into her pussy and asshole. Elham moaned loudly and started cumming hard, flooding my mouth with her juices. At the exact same moment I let go and came deep in Tina’s mouth, shooting thick ropes down her throat while she swallowed quietly. Under the bed, Tina was also cumming — her fingers rubbing her own pussy furiously as she drank my load.

All three of us came at the same fucking time.

When Elham finally came down from her orgasm, I pulled my cock out of Tina’s mouth and moved up onto the bed. I pushed it straight into Elham’s mouth so she could lick and suck the leftover cum off my shaft.

I had just cum in her daughter’s mouth… and now I was letting her clean it.

Elham sucked me gently for a moment, then pulled back. “Okay, I gotta go now.”

She fixed her dress, kissed me quickly, and left.

The second the door closed, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I dropped to the floor, dragged Tina out from under the bed, threw her onto the mattress, and shoved my cock straight into her tiny asshole. I fucked her hard and deep, making her scream into the pillow as I pounded her relentlessly. The thought of her mom’s taste still on my tongue while I destroyed her daughter’s ass made me lose control completely.

I came deep inside Tina’s tight little hole, filling her with another load while thinking about Elham’s thick, juicy ass.

Two perfect women.

Two perfect holes.

And I was going to keep using both of them for as long as I could.